The Last Enemy to Be Destroyed

My mouth gapes. Opens and closes as if the mute were trying to speak.

My mind is blank. Attempts once again to connect a thought, but all is bleak.

The weight of confusion compresses my forehead, rendering thought and speech impossible.

I sit like a statue, stiff and immovable from the shockwave that has just gone through me.

Speak to me, Jesus, for I can’t say I word. Help me. I cannot unsee the images that have assaulted my eyes and have so unmade my world.

I just saw images of human corpses.

No, that’s not RIGHT! They weren’t human. We’re human. Those corpses aren’t us, they’re monsters. Monstrosities. Nightmares. Deserted, deformed shells of those who once lived.

Where did their soul go?

Why blood? Why do we have to bleed?

Why are we so easy to kill?

Every single person dies?

I wrack my brain for answers but it feels like a vast emptiness has opened up inside my mind. This is the first time I’ve seen death. This real. This raw. Not a skull on a graphic t-shirt, a real photograph of a deadened human body. The emptiness is because I’ve formed no worldview with which to respond to this level of horror. I don’t yet have any thoughts to think or words to live by concerning this.

I’m so enormously relieved that You are not wordless concerning death. You have spoken a true word. A better word. A final word.

What does the Bible say, what does the Bible say?

“‘All men are like grass, and alll their glory is like the flowers of the field. The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the Lord blows on them. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever” (Isaiah 40:6).

People are mowed down by death like so much grass. But You don’t die like men.

“For as in Adam all die, so in Christ all will be made alive” (1 Corinthians 15:22).

Death is not irreversible. Jesus was the firstborn of the slain. My God died. He was himself murdered, so that where sharp things broke His skin and His precious lifeblood welled up through the exposed areas, He might heal and restore the similarly torn skin and shed blood of every person who’s ever been killed. His spirit left his body when He gave it up to God in death so that every spirit might one day reenter the body they left at the moment of death. I couldn’t ever love or worship a God that hadn’t experienced death. There’s no connecting to a deity that doesn’t connect to the person-by-person death of the human race.

“The last enemy to be destroyed is death” (1 Corinthians 15:26).

I’M SO GLAD DEATH IS YOUR ENEMY, JESUS!! It’s my fiercest enemy. I hate death. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. You hate death just as much as I do and more.

At the tomb of his friend Lazarus, “Jesus, once more deeply moved, came to the tomb. It was a cave with a stone laid across the entrance. ‘Take away the stone,’ he said” (John 11:38).

So massively grateful that I read this in Timothy Keller’s book Encounters with Jesus. “I get frustrated with virtually every English translation of verse 38. Here we read it as ‘Jesus, once more deeply moved, came to the tomb.’ But this verse contains a Greek word that means ‘to bellow with anger,’ and somehow no translator feels that he or she has the freedom to say what every commentator and Greek expert says the text is saying. Jesus is absolutely furious. He’s bellowing with rage–he is roaring…Dylan Thomas was right: ‘Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.’ Jesus is raging against death. He doesn’t say, ‘Look, just get used to it. Everybody dies. That’s the way of the world. Resign yourself.’ No, he doesn’t do that. Jesus is looking squarely at our greatest nightmare–the loss of life, the loss of loved ones and of love–and he’s incensed. He’s mad at evil and suffering….’” (pg 53).

“I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us” (Romans 8:18). “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love Him” (1 Corinthians 2:9).

Again, I am utterly relieved that there is nothing on earth that can compare to Heaven. If there was, I would be dispossessed of the idea that it could make amends for the death of all the billions that have inhabited earth. I cannot fathom what could possibly make up for this. But I walk by faith not by sight. I know, firmly, that Jesus Christ was dead and now He is alive again. He is the resurrection and the life. 

My playlist tonight is as follows, and as I listened I went from just grasping for a lifeline, to worshiping out of joy to the one who paid for my resurrection:

“Economy,” “Murdered Son,” and “Death in His Grave” by John Mark McMillan

“Dead Come to Life” by Jonathan Thulin

“Dead Come Alive” by New Albany Worship, animation by Full of Eyes YouTube channel

Without You

I’d be a missing link missing the mark

Like I lost my chance to change

A freak of nature unfit for earth’s sustaining

I’d be a hamster on a wheel

Frenzied and trapped

Both amusing and disturbing to spectators

A soul that’s lost its bearings

Life spanning generous years but mere inches

Without You I’d be spinning my wheels

Polishing the pavement underneath me

Going nowhere fast

Thank God! Thank You for singly sparking my ignition into action, into life

Now slowly but surely gaining momentum

I have to trust the One who sees the process

The inscrutable, unbearable process

And finishes what He starts

The earth appears motionless

But truth is lightyears away from that

This perspective is so peripheral

Though Earth spins on its heel day after day

It is being patiently, gravitationally pulled

Moving by the power of the Sun

You haven’t given up on me

I’m not too much for You

You are still charting my course

This floundering is finite

I’ll be flying soon

Jesus Is Enough

Jesus is Loving Barabbas YouTube sermon clip by Judah Smith

“And the nerve, the gall, the audacity of believers to think ‘I got saved by grace but now that I’m in this deep, dark place of bondage, I better work hard to get myself out.’

WHAT?!

That’s the opposite of the Gospel!

Are you bound?

Are you held under the power of this temptation, this sin? Do you feel like it’s controlling you?

What are you going to do? ‘I’m going to shake myself free.’

STOP IT! NO, YOU WON’T!

You’re no match for the powers of Hell and the urges of sin….

‘God, I’m so ashamed…’

‘Give Me your shame.’

‘But God, what if I do it again?’

‘I’ll still be here.’

‘But God, I don’t want to hurt You. I love You. I don’t want to do this any more.’

‘Give Me your sin, son.’

It’s all we got. It’s all I’ve got, it’s all you’ve got….Your greatest challenge is not your discipline, your devotion, your focus. Your greatest challenge is believing the Gospel!

It’s Jesus; it’s always been Jesus; it’ll always be Jesus! His blood is sufficient for your salvation, and His blood is sufficient to sustain you through every challenge, and every sin, and every temptation.

Jesus. Is. ENOUGH!

Reaching the Unreached–through Facebook!

Never–NEVER did I think Facebook could have this kind of impact. That could have this kind of impact on an unreached people group from my own home.

I recently downloaded the Joshua Project app (download here). The Joshua Project has amassed data about the unreached and unengaged people groups of the world, and uses it to mobilize the body of Christ to pray, to give, and to go to them. An unreached people group (UPG) is an ethnic group of people which are effectively and largely unreached with the Gospel. In order for a people group to be classified as unreached, they must have a population that is 98%, or more, non-Evangelical. There are currently 6,688 unreached people groups.

An unreached unengaged people group (UUPG) is an ethnic group whose people have an even more miniscule chance of hearing the Gospel. By definition, they do not have any Evangelical (Bible-believing) Christian planting churches or attempting to plant churches among them. Of the 6,688 unreached people groups, 3,058 are also unengaged.

As I grow closer to and fall deeper in love with Jesus, the more insistent, urgent, and ardent my desire grows for those who don’t know Him to discover Who He is. I resonate with the lyrics of “Oh for a Thousand Tongues to Sing” by George Whitefield:

“Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer’s praise

The glories of my God and King, the triumphs of His grace

My gracious Master and my God, assist me to proclaim

To spread through all the world abroad the honors of His Name.”

It cuts me to the core that people look up at a night sky blanketed with trillions of stars, and cannot connect the splendor to the Creator Who hung them in a vaccuum, the Father Who loves to see the look on their face the stars prompt, and the Christ Who died for them so that they could know this incomparably magnificent creating and fathering God.

So I finally downloaded the app after meeting a missionary family from Tunisa whose love, faith, and groundbreaking prayer propelled me to do something I’ve never done before to reach the unreached. I don’t know why it took me so many years of walking with Christ to download the Joshua Project app. Lack of discipline and initiative, primarily, added to a deficient understanding of God’s objective in Creation and the Cross (a people that love Him from every corner of the globe), and a little selfishness. Praise God for His patience, I downloaded the app, and now am full of joy that I did, because I discovered an unprecedented opportunity scrolling through this app, staring at the screen in my palm. I’ll let you discover it too (taken from their site):

Facebook and the Unreached

Metamorphosis

monarch-butterfly-chrysalisNobody knows what makes the monarchs migrate.

What guides them like an infallible inner compass to the oyamel firs of Mexico every year?

Is it instinct? Magnetism? The position of the sun? A sense yet undiscovered?

But I know. Not an it, but He. He is the same Spirit Who beckons me to my eternal resting place. He is the same God Who charts my steps over the tortuous paths of life to my unchanging destination. The way feels so crooked from down here at ground-level, but to my God it is straight as an arrow, pointed resolutely at home.

I only call it home because He is there. Without Him, Heaven would be no haven at all.

Nobody knows what makes the monarch’s metamorphosis possible. How can the caterpillar self-destruct into enzyme-induced DNA soup in the chrysalis, and then emerge so wonderfully transformed? How can it become such an unrecognizable creature with wings like stained glass?

Is it a freak of nature? An atavism? A riddle defying explanation?

Call it what it is for once; call it a miracle. I know, because the same God who directs the monarch’s metamorphosis once recreated me. 

Just a few years ago, I felt like a worm. Writhing on the bedroom floor in the fetal position, terrified by the sinful evil within me. No matter how many hours I groveled and pleaded for deliverance, tears streaming down my face, still the evil possessed me. I could not purge my soul of hatred, bitterness, and a dark desire to sabotage those closest to me.

Finally, in what I thought was one more futile prayer, I said, “God, I can’t do it. I can’t let go. I can’t stop hating. I can’t forgive. Please, have mercy just because of what Jesus did on the Cross.” 

That was the moment the very DNA of my soul changed. I soon felt the transformation. [I can scarcely write for holding back tears.] I remember what it felt like. It felt like all the evil forces that had been consuming and crushing me from the inside out for months (actually years) were simply gone. So far removed as to seem unreal. It felt like Love was beaming down on me. And for the first time, I actually loved Him back. [Oh my!] And in that moment, and since that moment, I’ve known that nothing could ultimately do me any harm.

I am not what I once was. I am a new creation (2 Cor. 5:17).

And what is so incomprehensible and yet so sure to me is that this was only the beginning. The same gracious God Who found me on that day of my salvation, Who gave me spiritual rebirth will recreate me again one day at my resurrection.

The grave will be like my last chrysalis. It’s hard and scary to think of what will happen inside. In it my blood will congeal and dry up, my bones will brittle, and my flesh will rot away. It will look like my life is gone. Desecrated. Wasted with no hope of retrieval.

But please don’t believe the apparent irrevocability of death. Believe Him.

Believe Him. He created the universe ex nihilo (Gen. 1:1-2). He made paradise out of uninhabitable wasteland. He made mankind out of entropy’s residue (Gen. 2:7). He made salvation out of His Son’s crucifixion. He makes the winged butterfly out of a dead worm. He made my regeneration out of my total depravity. He will resurrect my dead bones into something exquisite. Into Christlikeness.

“And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit” (2 Corinthians 3:18).

The word for transformed is translated from the Greek metamorphoumethaDo you understand what this means? I am, and you are, being metamorphosed into the likeness of Christ.

Oh, how I trust Him. If He’s brought such beauty out of my blackest suffering and vilest sin, what will He bring out of my death?

Did you catch that wonderful little verb? The process starts now. “We…are being transformed” (2 Cor. 3:18). No matter how slow and regressive the sanctification seems at times, no matter how far we backslide, if we have been saved by Jesus we are being made like Jesus. The presence of the Spirit within us bears witness to what we are becoming (2 Cor. 1:22).

We will not struggle against flesh and sin forever.

We will not grieve the Spirit eternally.

When I’ve had my fill of failing, and I feel like I can’t take trying anymore, I have to preach to my soul that my failure is not final. That my God will not leave me this way. I have to remind myself of what I once was (1 Cor. 1:26), and how great a change has already taken place. Sometimes I shout to my hard-of-hearing soul that He will finish what He started (Phil. 1:6). Because it’s just a matter of time until I am everything He created me to be. He is going to make me literally perfect; a carbon copy of Christ.

I believe in reincarnation. Not a reincarnation into an endless cycle of life and death with no knowledge or retention of past lives. Not a reincarnation into lower or higher life forms based on unforgiving karma. Reincarnation into one perfect body, knowing that I have overcome the grave by the one perfect Person. Reincarnation in spite of all I could do to lose it, no matter how much sinful karma I have accumulated. Reincarnation into the likeness of the Love of my life, the light of my eyes, my pride and joy.

The Giver of life will take my bare bones and make them me again. (Ezek. 37:1-14) A me that no longer falls short of His glory, but radiates it. A Renee who resembles and reflects Jesus more than she could have ever hoped. I will emerge from the grave where they laid me sinless, glorious, and immortal (Phil. 3:211 Cor. 15:54 ). Without a blemish or flaw to be found (Eph. 5:27). I’ll finally be the Bride that He deserves. Then He can finally say, “Father, she’s perfect. She’s just like me.”


In Matthew 17:2, on the Mount of Transfiguration, the disciples saw a glimpse of Jesus embodied with the glory that He has at all times in Heaven, “There he was transfigured before them. His face shone like the sun, and his clothes became as white as the light.” After I had written a lot of this, I found out that the Greek word for transformed in this verse is metemorphōthē. Glory.

Felix Culpa

O Happy fault

O Happy fault

That won for us so great a Redeemer.

Fortunate Fall

Fortunate Fall

That won for us so great a Redeemer.

–“Fortunate Fall” by Audrey Assad

“O goodness infinite, goodness imense!

That all this good of evil shall produce,

And evil turn to good; more wonderful

Than that which by creation first brought forth

Light out of darkness! Full of doubt I stand;

Whether I should repent me now of sin

By me done and occasioned, or rejoice

Much more, that much more good thereof shall spring,

To God more glory, more good will to men

From God, and over wrath grace shall abound.” Paradise Lost Book VII by John Milton

Gratuitous Grace

In spite of all my mumblings about what I have to deal with

In spite of how I will all too soon forget just how much I’ve just been given

In spite of how poor a steward I was of all I had before

Though it was my own fault and foolishness that had walled me into this debt, staring at unclimbable concrete of my own making

I’m sitting here again, with this pressure in my chest threatening tears

Because You didn’t punish. You didn’t even discipline. You just gave.

So gratuitously.

And it doesn’t feel right, because there’s no avenue for me to adequately express my gratitude. There’s no time for me to get enough “thank You”s off my chest. As if I ever could.

But this is what You always do. Your grace is given thanklessly. Tirelessly. Gratuitously.

And thus my life will ever be. My mistakes exchanged for Your mercy. What a God I serve.

If Only You Knew

“We are more wicked than we ever dared believe, but more loved and accepted in Christ than we ever dared hope—at the very same time” (Tim Keller, Paul’s Letter to the Galatians: Living in Line with the Truth of the Gospel, Redeemer Presbyterian Church, 2003.)

If only you knew how much you were loved.

If only you felt the love God feels for you.

It would undergird your entire life–inscrutable past, present, and future–with an eternal bedrock of meaning. For to realize in your heart that Jesus loves you is to realize that there has never been an instant when He did not. He has always been loving you, and forever will keep His love for you with a loyalty you can not understand. You were oblivious, but while your soul was sleeping the Lord of the cosmos made an everlasting covenant with you. He will uphold His oath and fulfill the plans He swore to you, completely regardless of your worthiness, or anything you could do to win or lose His favor. Your behavior and even your character does not sway His constancy. His patience is inexhaustible.

If only you knew the love of God for you. The sum of all of your doubts and sorrows and railings and heartbreaks would be swallowed whole and vanish from memory at this epiphany. None of them could withstand the unassailable, all-victorious love of the Father. The sting would be removed from all your injustices, forlornness, betrayals, and bereavements in the moment you are rendered transfixed by such love. Love filled to capacity with such tender, powerful, and unwavering compassion. He loves you with a love entirely without flaw and meeting supreme standards of excellence. He surpasses all of your loftiest expectations. You could never have guessed that such goodness exists.

If only you believed that you are beloved. Knowing Jesus as the Lover of your soul would be the consummate consolation for all of life. Though the years go by and your hurts linger unresolved and your questions lie unanswered, yet just the memory of His exquisite love would fortify you to endure and overwhelmingly overcome them all. Because the grandeur and greatness of His love dwarfs pain, making it as insipid, insignificant, and infinitesimal as an atom in a mountain’s shadow. The might of his affections exposes the impotence of your fear. He is the promise that all your suffering will be worth it; that none of your pain is wasted. Jesus is not sad that He was crucified. He’s not still walking the Via Dolorosa. He’s striding on streets of gold, enthroned in splendor, riding on the clouds. He’s glad for His obedience, for loving His Father, and the world loved by His Father, to the death. You will be too.

If only you knew the Love of Christ. Yes, even death itself could not divide you from Love that walks unharmed and immortal from the grave. The power of resurrection would arm you with the power to face the prospect of your own death with neither dread nor despair. Because the day God does not deliver you from death, death will deliver you to Him. Shutting your eyes for the last time on earth will mean opening them to see the kingdom where Love reigns uncontested. His perfect love casts out all fear, even the fear of dying.

If only you knew that only the Triune God can love you the way you need to be loved. The Trinity is Love. There is no other God. Therefore, there is no other Love. No other god is Love. No one could love you more or better than Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

“Different views of God have different implications. If there’s no God–if we are here by blind chance, strictly as a result of natural selection–then what you and I call love is just a chemical condition of the brain….That’s all love is–chemistry. On the other hand, if God exists but is unipersonal [such as Allah] , there was a time when God was not love. Before God created the world, when there was only one divine person, there was no lover, because love can exist only in a relationship. If a unipersonal God had created the world and its inhabitants, such a  God would not in his essence be love. Power and greatness possibly , but not love. But if from all eternity, without end and without beginning, ultimate reality is a community of persons knowing and loving one another [the Trinity], then ultimate reality is about love relationships.”  Tim Keller, King’s Cross: The Story of the World in the Life of Jesus, p. 9.

Look for love where it may actually and eternally be found.

If only you knew how loved you are. I do not say this out of naivety to misery. I remember black times of sorrow when I writhed on the floor, both hands clasped over my mouth and strangled shrieks of grief tearing through the silence of the empty room around me. I recall my chest heaving uncontrollably with pain. Yet even more so, I remember encountering the love of the Trinity. Back then, I knew, by a strange and sweet intimation of the Holy Spirit, that all is not lost. Now I know why. Because God is Love. Inestimable, irrevocable, and inexhaustible Love. I know the end of the story. Love trumps all.

If you are reading this, and you have never trusted in Jesus for the forgiveness of your sins, I have shed tears over you that you might know His love, this extraordinary love of His that is revealed to us in the Gospel. There is nothing I want more for you than to know the Gospel and receive Christ for yourself. The Gospel is this: Every single good thing you have is from God. God gave you your very life, but you have not thanked Him or loved Him with that life. You’ve lived for yourself, as if there were no God. As if your own pleasure was ultimate, even at the expense of the rest of His creation, namely people, and in spite of your criminal negligence toward God. You don’t deserve to go to Heaven after you die and your soul leaves your buried corpse. You deserve the same eternal destiny the demons will receive–Hell, because your sin was of the same nature as theirs, rebellious pride against the God who alone deserves all worship. There was nothing you could do to make restitution for your sin to evade Hell and then to achieve the moral perfection that is required to earn Heaven. But God loves you. He loves you so intensely that He let His only child, His Son Jesus Christ die, so that you would never have to endure Hell, which is the second death–the death of the body and the soul. It staggers the imagination: the eternal, dazzling Son of God adored and obeyed by all of Heaven above becoming a human baby, weak and dependent. That baby growing up into a boy, a teenager, and a man who, though experiencing every painful and tempting moment of life, loved and obeyed God with every split-second choice He faced, with every fiber of His being. Every. Single. Time. Jesus refused every form of sin and said yes to the will of God. Even when it meant His own torture and bloody execution. At thirty three years old, the sinless, sacred, Son of God and man died naked and suffering, stretched over a Roman Cross. Scripture says that the sins of the entire world were placed on Christ while He was dying. One person took the appalling punishment for the sin of every person who ever lived, and it killed Him. For three days His body laid buried.

BUT THEN HE RESURRECTED! 

Don’t miss the miracle behind those words. By the power of the Holy Spirit, Christ rose back to life from the dead. He walked out of the tomb perfectly alive. Hundreds of people saw Him and even talked with Him, and had the whole course of their lives changed, on earth and afterwards. He resurrected, and so will we. No one may have ever told you this in your lifetime, but one day every single person will resurrect though their bodies have long since decayed or been disposed of. All of humanity from all time will stand before God to be judged and found either deserving of eternal life or deserving of Hell. But after Jesus rose back to life as appeared to many, He ascended into Heaven. His immortal body was lifted off of the ground, through the clouds, through the atmosphere of Earth and straight into the presence of the Holy God. He ascended to the Father so that on that Day of Judgement every person who’s been saved under His name will too. So that you could join Him in exalting and worshiping the God of infinite, unconditional love for all eternity–years without number and without end. So that you could know and be known by the omniscient God, as well as Christ knows Him. So that you could meet the Love that started and sustained the universe, and be forever captivated by Him. So that you could be one with God the Father, just as Jesus and He are One. Mere mortal minds cannot comprehend how priceless is the life that Christ has made possible. The uniting unction of the Holy Spirit with which He anoints is unutterably precious. The foreshadowings and foretastes I’ve experienced of His glory that is to be beheld have left me trembling with ardent joy. Shaken to my very core. Dumbstruck that I am the object of His favor, the force of which nearly crushes me.

The same favor of God may be yours. Just as Jesus ascended into Heaven, He will descend to Earth again. We are in a time when all have the chance to receive salvation, a gift whose lavishness is matched by the freeness with which it is given away. But one day Jesus will come back, and He will exact vengeance on all who contribute to the brokenness and destruction in the world by their sin and refuse His redemption. Will you believe Him, or will you reject Him? Will you receive Him to your everlasting joy, or will you ignore Him to your everlasting punishment? Hear God beckoning to you, pleading with you to be reconciled to Him through Christ. Take the escape from this world that is destined for destruction. Let Love save you from yourself.

If you are already in Christ, there is nothing I want more for you than to have a tremendous understanding of the love of God and of Christ for you. This is my fervent prayer for you: That you will preach the Gospel to yourself daily because you wholeheartedly believe that the Gospel is not only relegated to salvation but that it holds redemptive power for every single day of your life. That you can recognize and receive His tender mercies and inimitable love for you every morning, so that you live out of an superabundance of grace that touches people everywhere you go. That because of the Gospel the God who ordained it would be ever-increasingly and never-ceasingly precious to you. That you would be so well-versed in and so impassioned by the gloriously Good News of God that you take and make every opportunity you can to tell it. That you would know your God well. That you would know God so intimately and so mightily that as a result the witness of your life and words is so excellent and trenchant, that hundreds of people would be saved and be given a forever of knowing the same God.

“For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filledto the measure of all the fullness of God. Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.” –Ephesians 3:14-21, NIV

 

Now you know, that they may know.

The Gospel: A Cure for Distrust

“Every time I deliberately disobey a command of God, it is because I am in that moment doubtful as the God’s true intentions in giving me that command. Does He really have my best interests at heart? Or is He withholding something from me that I would be better off having? Such questions, whether consciously asked or not, lie underneath every act of disobedience.

However, the gospel changes my view of God’s commandments in that it helps me to see the heart of the Person from whom those commandments come. When I begin my train of thought with the gospel, I realize that if God loved me enough to sacrifice His Son’s life for me, then He must be guided by that same love when he speaks His commandments to me. Viewing God’s commands and prohibitions in this light, I can see them for what they really are: friendly signposts from a heavenly Father who is seeking to love me through each directive so that I might experience His very fullness for ever.

When controlling my thoughts as described above, the gospel cures me of my suspicion of God, thereby disposing me to walk more trustingly on the path of obedience to His commands.”

(Genesis 3:4-6; Deuteronomy 5:29)

–A Gospel Primer for Christians: Learning to See the Glories of God’s Love by Milton Vincent

My Daily Need

“The gospel is so foolish (according to my natural wisdom), so scandalous (according to my conscience), and so incredible (according to my timid heart),  that it is a daily battle to believe the full scope of it as I should. There is simply no other way to compete with the forebodings of my conscience, the condemnings of my heart,  and the lies of the world and the Devil than to overwhelm such things with daily rehearsings of the Gospel.”

–A Gospel Primer for Christians: Learning to See the Glories of God’s Love by Milton Vincent