This morning when I woke up I had Psalm 19 stuck in my head. I have been more disciplined about reading scripture lately, but I have a plan that I’m on, and I haven’t deviated from the plan, other than to set the bible down for weeks at a time. So it is odd that I would have a specific passage on my heart, its not like I ever hear Jesus saying stuff to me. It felt very strange to me, but I decided to read it anyway.
As I was reading I kind of had a chip on my shoulder about the whole process, which in not uncommon. My faith is hard won; while I do accept that Christ is my savior, I typically wait for Him to ‘prove’ something to me before I show faith. I’m not proud of that, just stating the facts. So as I’m reading through this chapter, I’m kind of thinking ‘okay God, get to the point.’
And then I come across verse 13 (from NIV):
Keep your servant also from willful sins; may they not rule over me. Then I will be blameless, innocent of great transgression.
Wow. That really hits me. I never knew that he was willing to help me stay away from willful sins. I’ve always known that he’s willing to help me in temptation, but this is different. This means that He’s even willing to help me when I’m rebellious and intentionally turning from him. This kind of changes my perspective.
And while we’re talking about sin, check out Romans 5:20-21 (from The Message):
All that passing laws against sin did was produce more lawbreakers. But sin didn’t, and doesn’t, have a chance in competition with the aggressive forgiveness we call grace. When it’s sin versus grace, grace wins hands down. All sin can do is threaten us with death, and that’s the end of it. Grace, because God is putting everything together again through the Messiah, invites us into life–a life that goes on and on and on, world without end.
Aggressive forgiveness? Yeah, sign me up for some of that!
In one of my recent posts I said that my theology is shifting, which is true. I’m still working on explaining that fully (which is not an easy process). I feel fortunate to have friends along the journey with me, helping me figure out what it means to love Jesus. I’m also thankful that I woke up with Psalm 19 stuck in my head. And my resistance to that is a little alarming.