I got the itch again to blog and the itch to not study Hebrew any more tonight so after about a three month hiatus I should be pregnant with many months worth of blogging materiel. Well, here goes…
So a couple of weeks ago I was thinking about Jesus and the gospel and the lost and broken world that we live in. I feel like there’s an internal struggle within my own heart and even an attitude within the church that looks like this in regards to the church and the “gospel” we proclaim.
I’m attracted to beauty, strength, talent and intellect. I like it when people are clean and pretty. I like it when people are well put together and they don’t come with a lot of problems and baggage. The family of God is so much easier to love when they act and look lovable. However, truth be told, I am none of those things. I am just as broken(probably more so) as the next person and the further I progress in Christ the further this truth about myself is revealed to me. So, if the aforementioned things were requirements for salvation then I just failed miserably. See, it’s a funny thing, the Gospel. There’s room at the cross and we plead with those outside to come join us, because the cross is for the CEO and the unemployed, the homeless and the single mom, the seminary student and porn addict, the divorced and the sexual chaste and the prostitute, the self righteous and the self loathing. There’s room at the cross and all are welcome. How can we look down on those outside of it? Have we forgotten who we are and where we came from? We’re in his story because he called us. We’re speaking his name and giving our lives to him because he spoke life into this grave. Come to the cross! There’s room and we welcome you to kneel to the one who has saved us!
Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power.
I will arise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
O there are ten thousand charms.
Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,
God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh.
Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.
