Despite my best efforts, I knew I could
never measure up to the standard of righteousness set forth in scripture.
Frankly, sometimes I didn’t even want to. But I figured that was the whole
point of Christ’s sacrifice. To provide cover for my sin so that I could gain
access to Heaven.
But my sins were more than just broken rules.
My sin alienated me from a holy and righteous God, and I was powerless to make
things right. And though each offense was an act of rebellion that separated me
from Him, God’s love was such that He was not content to leave me there. God
intervened to restore what I could not.
Christ’s work on the cross accomplished so
much more than forgiveness of my sin and a place in Heaven (though even that
was more than I deserved). Christ was not a tragic figure on the stage of human
history, but God-made-flesh on a rescue mission. His death and resurrection was
a battle fought and won to reconcile me to God.
When He who had no sin bore my sin on the
cross, His righteousness and his sonship was credited to me. Forever. Unconditionally. Irrevocably. In Christ, I am more than a flawed individual
granted forgiveness. I am a beloved child of God.
"But when the set time had fully come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under the law, to redeem those under the law, that we might receive adoption to sonship. Because you are his sons, God sent the Spirit of the Son into our hearts, the Spirit calls out, 'Abba, Father.' So you are no longer a slave, but God's child; and since you are his child, God has made you also an heir." -Galatians 4:4-7
Romans 8:14-17, Colossians 1:12-14
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