Not too long ago, I was waiting in line at a local store and found myself standing beside a young man who bore a tattoo of an image of Jesus on his arm. Of course, I couldn't help myself. I said, "I like your tattoo; tell me about it. You're a Christian, I'm assuming."
His answer struck me, but I understood it all too well. He smiled a bit and said, "I'm trying."
I quickly responded, "If you're a Christian, you don't have to try. We can find rest in the most beautiful words Jesus ever spoke: 'It is finished.'"
"You can't finish the job yourself; you know that, right?"
I could tell by his face that he was struggling to understand the concept of grace. His wife said that she wasn't a Christian, but she didn't object, listening quietly to what I was saying.
"If it was possible for you to keep yourself saved after you're saved, then you could have saved yourself to begin with. Why would you even need Jesus?"
I finally saw that my weak understanding of the perseverance of the saints stemmed from a weak view of the atonement of Jesus Christ. And both of those weaknesses grew out of a wrong understanding of the human condition, that we are dead in our trespasses and sins as Ephesians 2 so clearly states.
When I gazed into the work of Christ's stunning power and beauty through the Scriptures, it sunk in that God had been the one who saved me. "Salvation belongs to the LORD!" ( Psalm 3:8, Psalm 62:1, Jonah 2:9, Revelation 7:10 ) It was him, and since it was him, he was capable of bringing me all the way home.
I found the rest that Jesus promised his followers in Matthew 11:25-30. Yoked to him, instead of my sin, no matter how much I faced in this life, his burden was light. In Him, I found rest for my soul.
It wasn't up to me.
Paul said that he was convinced the good work God began in us he would bring it to completion. "It is God who works in you." ( Philippians 1:6, 2:12 ) In sanctification the Holy Spirit still does all the work, but he isn't going to do it without us. He gives us new desires to obey God and the power to do it. I can't explain how it works, but I love this. We are not puppets; we are real live sons and daughters in the family of God.
I felt for that young man because I remembered a time when I didn't understand God's grace or the Lordship of Christ.
Have you ever been speaking with someone and then you parted ways and later started kicking yourself for the things you wished you had said that you didn't?
I wished I had shared the Gospel with him more thoroughly and not assumed that he knew it. I wished I had explained that we must first be broken over our sins and know we need Jesus before we come. That's it's not about walking an aisle or saying a particular prayer. I wished I had dug a little deeper.
I wished I had told the young man that he may have Jesus tattooed on his arm, but if he was truly in Christ, God had him tattooed on the palm of his hand. And so did Jesus in the way of nail scars.
Maybe he'll read this.
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"Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come,
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home."
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