Today’s sermon was so good. So convicting, so needed, so encouraging. I was reminded of the absolute supremacy of Jesus over everything and what my response to His authority and preeminence really means for my life every minute of every day. It’s an easy thing to hear and pay lip service to. Its a tremendously scary thing to only pay it lip service and not respond in obedience.
“But prove yourselves doers of the word, and not merely hearers who delude themselves.” (James 1:22, italics added)
Paul addresses the Jews in Romans and confronts the idea that they call themselves guides for the blind, lights in the dark, instructors for the foolish. They bragged about the law but dishonored God by breaking His law and in doing so blasphemed His name among the Gentiles. I tremble as I recall the passage to think that I have done the same so many times; I have essentially relied on the law and have ‘bragged’ about my relationship to God but have lacked a heart of true repentance. I have been the blind pharisee who is like a “whitewashed tomb, which looks beautiful on the outside but on the inside is full of dead men’s bones and everything unclean.”
“But God, being rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us…” (Ephesians 4)
I am so thankful that God’s grace abounds to me. I do not deserve His mercy or His grace. I am, in fact, ILL-deserving. And God has given me a gift in salvation that I did not know I needed and could not have hoped to earn apart from Him: righteousness. I am learning what a treasure this is. I am so thankful for an infinitely powerful yet loving God who also is always turned toward me and always desires me to be intimate with Him. I am thankful that He looks at me and sees the purity and perfection of Jesus and not the works my hands and heart have wrought. The Lord is so kind.
I have been thinking through the words of the hymn “O Love That Will Not Let Me Go”. It resonates with me because I know that I have deserved to be let go. I know that I have deserved desertion. I have deserved hell. And yet God’s perfect and loving character does not allow Him to do so. I am so thankful that for those of us who God has called His own, there is no choice bad enough, no turn wrong enough, no step far enough away from His loving arms and care. Yes, I am a sheep who has needed my legs broken for my own good and for the good of those around me. And I am thankful for what that pain represents ultimately: God’s infinite grace, kindness, and mercy.
O Love That Will Not Let Me Go
O Love that will not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.
O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.








