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Late Friday or Saturday.I will be over here, waiting impatiently, but also hoping real life goes well for you. God bless!
This really merrits another post.The Bible sets up a legal structure that I thought couldn't be ignored.
I'm not talking about Mosaic Law, though that is part of it.
I am talking about the whole overall story that ultimately make Jesus the Savior of the world.
Now, I've already shared my understanding of what the Gospel is, so I won't bore you with that again.
I think that is what much of Romans is about. I already cited Rom 11:32 which has bearing here also. Rom 4:15 also does a great job on this reason for the law.The legal system that is in place, as described in the Bible, places me on trial for my sins, and finds me inexcusably guilty. For my crimes, I am punishable onto death, eternally condemned to torment in hell.
Well the plan isn't the reason. God's predetermined unconditional love is though. This was put into place immediately upon the first sin. There was no length of time showing something like what am I going to do now. God didn't back up an punt. It wasn't a fix for a boo boo. This is why we have this question - What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? Yeppers the enemy of my soul is extremely jealous even to anger.However, at a pivotal moment in history, a sufficient sacrificial Lamb, which has been ordained to fill in for me since just after Adam first introduced sin to our species, came and died in my place.
The reason this happened, and had been in the works since long before I ever existed, was because God knew me before He formed me in my mom's womb. I believe He knew me and had a plan for me way back before Adam ever even ate of that fateful fruit.
That plan was a great one. I would be blameless of any sin. I would be innocent. I would be his rightful and noble heir. I would take His name as my own, and I would bring pride to that name as a son of God.
That plan is why Jesus had to die for me. Jesus had to die to restore me to that plan. Jesus' death was made necessary by not just Adam's sin, and not just my sin, but by the sins that every human throughout history would commit.
Rebellionsin doesn't issue (come from) God.Thus, I am guilty of sin, just as every person to inhabit the planet is, was, and will be.
But, guilt is a tricky thing. Because, you see, to be guilty, I had to have made a choice. I had to have, of my own volition, done something other than what God wanted me to do. I had to have gone outside His perfect will for my life, just as Adam did that fateful day with his wife.
So, if I am found guilty, and thus righteously convicted and sentenced to eternity in hell, by the trial of Scripture, then what I did must be my own doing.
If I didn't choose to sin--if I was made to sin by a God I could not refuse--then what I am is not guilty, but obedient. If God made me to sin, and I sinned, then I have stayed within His wishes for me, and I have satisfied my calling.
This really is yet another topic. I talk about the law all the time. Just never really the reason for the law which Rom 11:32 supports. So God could show mercy (how much He loves us).If that is the case, then it would not be right to find me guilty of anything displeasing to God. It would not be a righteous consequence to sentence me to eternal damnation. It would not be justice to convict a man that only did what God made Him to do.
But, the Bible makes it very clear that from the beginning, God has had a great plan for me. God has, since before the foundation of the world, predestined me to be His son.
Therefore, in full acknowledgement of my guilt, found to be worthy of hell by trial of Scripture, I recognize Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior, dying vicariously for me, that I might be restored to that great destiny God has always had for me.
DatsI've got a few chores. I've read the previous post, but I really want to chew on it a bit before I respond. I'll definitely be back later. God bless.
I'm in all kinds of emotion after reading this post. And it pains me that I didn;t give you more attention sooner.The story of Jesus, which we refer to as the Gospel, is a story that requires the listener to accept a few things about themselves before they can really accept the application of the Gospel to their own life. At least, I think they do.
Before I could be convinced that Jesus died for my sins, I first had to come to terms with being a sinner, which meant I had to have some concept of what sinning was, and why sinning was bad, which in turn meant understanding that there actually was a God, and that the God had some kind of behavioral standard in place.
Maybe the witness that first told me about Jesus sidetracked the theology aspect by first encouraging me to identify when I had done something that I personally considered immoral. Because I had, they could just point at that and say that was a sin, and thus I was guilty of sinning.
The tricky part is, they then had to convince me that my sin made me worthy of something worth escaping. For those that promote eternal fire and brimstone in hell, they have to convince me that the one time I haphazardly drew an anatomically detailed topless person on the wall of the bathroom at church made me worthy of suffering a torment far greater than anything humanity could impose on the gnarliest fiends in society.
However, for a nine-year-old who just lost his drunken father to divorce, it didn't take hell to draw me to Jesus. It only took the prospect of doing anything to drive my heavenly father away from me. All she had to say was that my sin displeased my heavenly father, and that it made him not able to be around me. I was hooked.
Of course, I was young, and the concept of omnipresence was lost on me, so I actually believed her, and to my vulnerable mind and heart, it seemed entirely reasonable that I could somehow achieve a state in the universe an ever-present God could not occupy.
So, convicted of my petty crime, and deathly afraid of losing another father, I signed up for Christianity in the hopes of keeping my spiritual family from ending up like my earthly one.
As an adult, years past the hurt and fear that first drove me to this religion, I find myself asking: What is the Gospel without that element of fear? What real reason would one have to cling to Jesus if not for fear of ________? Hell? Rejection? Loneliness? Emptiness? Is there anything to the Gospel if not for its antithesis?
Sometimes, when I'm speaking with the fire-and-brimstone type, I wonder if they know that there is. I know I didn't when I was younger. It was just a trial, in which I must plead guilty, and then accept the pardon that came through the ancient story of a long-dead Jewish preacher.
Today, when I take an honest inventory of my own morality and weigh my sins against it, I am guilty, but I don't consider myself guilty of anything deserving eternal damnation. It is a ludicrous concept to me.
However, I also don't look at my life and believe that I am in everything God wants me to be. Thus, I can't believe that I haven't made any choices. I have ventured from the ideal, that's for sure.
So, somewhere between hell and God's ideal, found guilty by the trial by Scripture, yet not so guilty as to deserve worse than a child molester, I find myself taking another hard look at the Gospel.
What do I do with it now, decades after buying into keeping my heavenly father around?
What do I do not that I realize I don't fear God's wrath, nor deserve a seat at His table?
What does it all mean to me, this aging man just trying to survive each day and take care of his family?
The person Jesus, the spiritual entity that haunts not just my dreams, but my every thought, must have some intrinsic value to me. I must cherish the relationship, or there would be nothing left to cherish...
And that's right about where I find myself: Jesus is my friend, my brother, my Savior, and my High Priest. He is with me, even now, as I ponder my life. He sheltered me from my youth against the other influences that would have preyed on my vulnerabilities. He snatched me from my petty sins, and showed me how to connect more fully with the heavenly father that would never leave me nor forsake me.
Jesus, the Prince of Peace and Lord of Lords, is actually worth the entire religion.
In my older years, I now appreciate that loving him in fear of losing him somehow cheapens and makes selfish my intentions. But, without any fear of anything, still finding that I want him, that I yearn for his attention and time, strengthens and affirms my love, my rich and genuine love, for him.
Yes, there was a trial by Scripture, and yes I was found guilty, and yes Jesus pardoned me through His blood. But, with all that so far behind me that I hardly remember the sting of fear it once brought, I now find myself just fully and completely infatuated with the person that knows me better than ever I know myself.
Sorry, but that's all I've got right now. God bless.
Yes, there was a trial by Scripture, and yes I was found guilty, and yes Jesus pardoned me through His blood. But, with all that so far behind me that I hardly remember the sting of fear it once brought, I now find myself just fully and completely infatuated with the person that knows me better than ever I know myself.
Sorry, but that's all I've got right now. God bless.
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