Alone in my room, I believed I was no better. But from my luxury car with my first world problems I sighed and cautioned, “tsk-tsk so glad that my sin doesn’t stink as bad as his… or hers.”
But in August, I fell into the arms of Grace and the real Jesus and began to experience what Christian living really was.
I believe Him.
Believing Him changes everything. No, not that He existed. Not simply that He lived, died and lived again… but that He completed the work and left it hanging on a Cross on a hill.
I believe He knows me.
I believe He cares.
I believe I am forgiven.
I believe in the completed work of the cross.
So, I rest in the fact that the blood worked – I cannot appease Him and make Him love me and know me and cut me some slack, because He loves me perfectly – right now, today. I need only believe. When anything bad happens, He is there to comfort and protect me. He loves me, and He expects nothing in return. His perfect love, casts out all fear and worry. I needn’t tend to my sins, or construct law upon law to conquer it. I have thrown away my list – but not my laminator, because I was born to laminate. He made me a doer, and He knows that’s how I roll.
And when anything bad happens, He is there for me – to comfort, bind up and protect. That is Christian living.
These words seem small – altogether simple. But, before, I was the one making them impossible.
In my walk as Christian, I believed.
In my walk as Daughter, I am complete.
It’s a good day to fall into the arms of the real Jesus. A great time to start doing it right.
May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained. Love, Jami
We know that “We all possess knowledge.” But knowledge puffs up while love builds up. 2 Those who think they know something do not yet know as they ought to know. 3 But whoever loves God is known by God. 1 Corinthians 8:1b-3
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This article originally appeared at Sacred Ground, Sticky Floors. For more, check out Jami’s new book, Stolen Jesus, available on Amazon.
