New Thoughts (8/19/01)
This redemption will sanctify us once for all (Heb 10:10). There can be, need be, and will be, no other atonement made. We have been made 'at one' with our God and our Savior. This is the reality. So why doesn't it feel that way? How is it that, if anything, I feel a greater need for cleansing now than ever? How is it, knowing what God has done for me, knowing what Christ went through to accomplish this for me; how is it that I can yet step right back into the habits of a former life? Like Lazarus, I have been lifted from the tomb of death by my Lord. Have I, like Lazarus, taken my grave clothes with me in preparation for a return, or have I followed my Lord's example and left them behind? It seems I have been carrying them, for death's call continues to harry me in this new life.
Jesus, I know that You have already paid the penalty for even these sins I have been falling into lately (I had called them mistakes, but let's be honest. Sin is sin.) I know that no other atonement can or will be made, nor is it necessary. You are all in all, and You are more than sufficient for this sinner's need. I pray, my Lord, that You would forgive me once more for my sins against You (how the mind wants to substitute another word, any other word for sin!) As Calvin said above, "if we roll again in our own filth, we deny Christ." And, oh my God, I know I've been rolling. Though it angers and saddens me even as I step into it, yet my feet continue to carry me on into sin. Save me from myself, oh Lord! I cannot save myself. This is as clear today as ever before. Lord, how many times, how many ways, have You been showing me lately just how much You saved me from? How many conversations have I walked away from saying "why are we even discussing this?" I sense the beginning of the answer. You have been reminding me that in all those cases, in all those circumstances, it was none of my doing that kept me from sinking. It was You and no other. Today, Jesus, I need You and no other to lift me back out of the mud pit I've been creating for myself. Help me, sweet Jesus, to walk away from these sinful habits once more. Build in me again habits of righteousness. Remind me even more forcibly, my God, that it is You I serve, that it is You I have been separated unto. Make my death to sin just as real as Your own death on the cross. Lord, though I know that perfection of righteousness won't be mine until I see You in heaven, yet I pray that You would bring it now. I want to live as true unto You. Come, even now, Lord Jesus, and make me whole in You.
We have claimed bonds to Christ in baptism. We have declared ourselves before God and man to be His servants. Having made that claim, we must, we must come to share His purpose in life. We, like our Lord and Master, MUST live a life devoted to God. Our purpose, so long as life continues, MUST be to promote the glory of God. This is what death was for, to allow new life to come into us, that we might rise from the grave of sin and live again, totally devoted to God, to Him who raised Jesus from death, and through Him, raised us from death as well. This is an impossibility for us except we be continually reminded that we are dead to sin, that we live for God. The possibility of sinning is ever present. Opportunities abound in this life, and the eyes, the ears, and all the other organs of sensation are all too susceptible to enticement. But we are dead to this! What the senses sense no longer registers. That is how we are to be. We live for God. Only that which the senses report to us of Him register upon our mind. But, unless we are constantly reminded that this is so, we will assuredly fail. And we cannot remember to remind ourselves as often as we need to be reminded. So, it is only by the very power of God that we walk in this new life. It is only by the power of God that we walk in this state of death. It is only by the power of God that we live and move and have our being. Rejoice, oh my soul! God has so loved you that He has breathed into you new life! Praise be to my Maker! For He has remade me. He has corrected the damage I have allowed to mar this creation, and made of me something new, something good, something whole! Oh, it may not look like much now, but the clay always seems a bit dull before it's been fired. The finest of metals still requires the purifying fire before it can display its best form. The diamond was but a lump of coal before the pressure was applied.
God, I welcome Your cleansing, Your purifying. I welcome whatever You find necessary to bring this work of Yours to completion. I pray that You will find me willing to work with You, that as You put Your hands to this clay, You will find it malleable, and ready to take on the shape You have in mind. That body of sin within me still hangs on the cross, still gasps for life in me (or death in me, more properly.) I pray that You would hasten its end, that my life might be totally devoted to You, free of the distractions that so easily catch me out. Burn away the dross, my Liege. Open my ears to Your faintest call. I am Your servant.