Blake
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I'm starting to find myself transitioning into grace, and it's almost overwhelming. My entire Christian life was the type of life which was constantly bombarded with preaching and teaching on sin... and truthfully I let it wear me down to a point of self-loathing and self-hatred where everything I learned only made me feel more exceedingly wicked and hell bound than I was before. I put so much stock in my own works and my own failings. And truthfully, it seems the closer we get to Jesus Christ the more we realize the state of ourselves, we are able to stop playing games and putting on this holy facade and realize in His light that our own darkness is bigger than we may have given credit for originally. I have felt at times that I was the worst Christian in the entire world, and I still do sometimes, but up until recently I was in places both physically and mentally where I didn't truly know or understand what was truly finished and accomplished for my sake on the cross. No one taught me, nor was I willing to truly understand, that the beatings He took, the spit upon the face, the crucifixion, all of these things have granted us true and sincere propitiation. True and amazing grace.
I find that I really empathize and relate to Brennan Manning, some of you might know him, some of you might not (and if not may I please recommend the movie "Ragamuffin" on Netflix) -- he was a former Catholic priest who was properly ritualized but never truly evangelized, and went on to help thousands of people accept their brokenness, and the love of God despite it. I couldn't truly accept His love before, only His reproof, only the guilt and condemnation of Satan cleverly disguised as the conviction of the Holy Spirit. And convicted I still am of sin, I do not believe for a moment that we can abide in sin... but now I realize I can't let them introduce me to an idol of self-pity and loathing, totally forsaking the true gospel of Jesus Christ -- He loves the broken. He comforts the sinner. He truly loves us.
It's a liberating thing. I looked for it for such a long time, in monasteries chanting prayers with monks, in ascetic practices minding fast days and prayer rules, in holding every word the preacher said to such a high standard that I hated myself when I fell short, in suffering myself to think that my slip up would warrant me hell, in deluding myself into believing that my true destiny was not in Christ, having no faith in what Calvary accomplished, denying His passion as being an exclusive invitation for a few uber-righteous pew warmers with their noses upturned to the broken world around them.
And now I am so in love with God, more than I ever have been. I have a stronger reliance in His grace to be sufficient in my weaknesses, I can dust it off, give it up to Him as a sacrifice and quickly get my feet back on the straight and narrow, rather than slow-dancing with the devil in a whirlwind of condemning accusations and excluding myself from the finished work of Jesus Christ. Amen. Thank you Lord.
I am every bit of a ragamuffin. I am hopelessly dependent on the grace of God. God forbid it is ever left to my works to warrant me entry one day, I will be on the doors of the pearly gates gently knocking, with tears in my eyes, hoping and trusting in the love of Jesus to see me through, despite these dirty rags of good deeds and intentions, and despite my sins... because we are all sinners. None of us are where we need to be. But Jesus is where we are.
Can I have an "amen" for the abounding love of Jesus Christ? Thanks and God bless you.
I find that I really empathize and relate to Brennan Manning, some of you might know him, some of you might not (and if not may I please recommend the movie "Ragamuffin" on Netflix) -- he was a former Catholic priest who was properly ritualized but never truly evangelized, and went on to help thousands of people accept their brokenness, and the love of God despite it. I couldn't truly accept His love before, only His reproof, only the guilt and condemnation of Satan cleverly disguised as the conviction of the Holy Spirit. And convicted I still am of sin, I do not believe for a moment that we can abide in sin... but now I realize I can't let them introduce me to an idol of self-pity and loathing, totally forsaking the true gospel of Jesus Christ -- He loves the broken. He comforts the sinner. He truly loves us.
It's a liberating thing. I looked for it for such a long time, in monasteries chanting prayers with monks, in ascetic practices minding fast days and prayer rules, in holding every word the preacher said to such a high standard that I hated myself when I fell short, in suffering myself to think that my slip up would warrant me hell, in deluding myself into believing that my true destiny was not in Christ, having no faith in what Calvary accomplished, denying His passion as being an exclusive invitation for a few uber-righteous pew warmers with their noses upturned to the broken world around them.
And now I am so in love with God, more than I ever have been. I have a stronger reliance in His grace to be sufficient in my weaknesses, I can dust it off, give it up to Him as a sacrifice and quickly get my feet back on the straight and narrow, rather than slow-dancing with the devil in a whirlwind of condemning accusations and excluding myself from the finished work of Jesus Christ. Amen. Thank you Lord.
I am every bit of a ragamuffin. I am hopelessly dependent on the grace of God. God forbid it is ever left to my works to warrant me entry one day, I will be on the doors of the pearly gates gently knocking, with tears in my eyes, hoping and trusting in the love of Jesus to see me through, despite these dirty rags of good deeds and intentions, and despite my sins... because we are all sinners. None of us are where we need to be. But Jesus is where we are.
Can I have an "amen" for the abounding love of Jesus Christ? Thanks and God bless you.