Thursday, October 27, 2011
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As I think about the frailty of man, the complete dependence we have upon the nature, character, and essence of God in our everyday lives as well as our eternity, as if there were any way to truly separate the two, I can’t help but to ponder the magnitude of God’s grace- God’s grace being what brought my mind to think upon the frailty of man in the first place. It is everywhere on us, this grace of God. I do not fully understand the depths of my own frailty- finding myself putting trust and hope in my self or others far too often, at times when I don’t mean to or even realize that I am until God deems it well to bring it to light. At other times, I know it full well, confessing it and fighting against it. I am thankful that His perfect grace covers both- covers all. But pondering the magnitude of my own failure, how there is no way, in me, to achieve any real goodness- that there is a never ending cycle of rebellion in the deepest of my heart- if left alone. Rebellion may not even be the right word for me, for if it was rebellion it would seem that I would be seeking after the rebellion, but this is not it- I am swept under the current of my own self- If left to my own; stepping out of dependence upon the God of the universe and depending upon mere man. I pray that I would feel the inner deepness of my own helplessness in more and more satisfying ways. Satisfying in the sense that as I see and feel my own helplessness deeper and deeper, the worth of Christ will also root itself into my most inner being deeper and deeper- elevating the name of Jesus Christ, his true personhood and essence as God Himself. I am so thankful that I am not left on my own. That there is nothing good in me, but I have been given everything Good and Perfect in Jesus Christ. We can taste our own failure from perfection, but as one who has put there hope and trust in Jesus the bitter taste becomes sweet. I exult in my salvation. I rejoice in the hope of the glory of God, found in the face of my Savior, Jesus Christ. I rejoice in my Savior that is my hope. He is my hope. Not heaven, not earth but Jesus. That is why we sing of the sweet blood of Jesus Christ. The death of Jesus Christ becomes increasingly sweet to us- in the same breath we shiver at the sight. God is in the heavens, doing what He pleases. The death of Jesus Christ pleased Him, sweet to Him- but in the same breath great mourning. This can only be in the soverignty of our God- He knew the end, the victory, the sweet savoring of His name among the nations- that there would be, in the end, because of Jesus Christ, a great multitude of people from every tongue singing and glorifying God- “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come.To Him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be praise and honor and glory and power, for ever and ever!” In His presence is fullness of joy and treasures forevermore.
Savoring His mercy.....
"What shall we say, then? Shall we go on sinning so that grace may increase? By no means! We died to sin; how can we live in it any longer? For sin shall not be your master, because you are not under the law, but under grace." Romans 6:1,2,14