March 29, 2012
What Then Shall We Say to These Things?
Satan hears the well-known voice, and lifts his foot from the neck of the fallen; and Death hears it, and the grave opens her gates to let the dead arise. Their way is one of progress, holiness, triumph, glory, and none shall dare to stay them in it. Come, my heart, rejoice in the immunity which thy Redeemer has secured thee, and bless His name all the day, and every day. C.H Spurgeon.
Romans 8 puts it this way, "What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things? Who shall bring any charge against God's elect? It is God who justifies. Who is to condemn? Christ Jesus is the one who died - more than that, who was raised-who is at the right hand of God, who indeed is interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? As it is written, "For your sake we are being killed all the day long; we are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered." No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord."
Father, today my fickle soul collapses in a heap. I'm so grateful that all my hope, all my righteousness, all my ability to stand before the throne is completely grounded on you. There are days and there are trials where I can't feel the sweet promise of your love. I let myself believe lies that satan's whispering or sometimes shouting in my ear. This makes my heart a slave to condemnation and drives me to "do" more, try harder, go further. I am weak and I'm not designed to carry this burden. I get worn out, frustrated, angry, bitter and resentful.
Father help me camp out on the truths of scriptures like Romans 8. Help me set up house and build my life on this solid truth, so that no matter what I'm feeling, how low I may stoop, how frequent I fail, how often I fall prey to the lies of the enemy, I cannot be separated from your love. The same love that sent your own Son to suffer and die a criminal's death for my soul. To pay the price, to bridge the gap which welcomes me to the banquet feast.
I'm slowly learning these things; to lean heavily on your grace, to run faster and sooner back to you, and in moments of feeling weak, recognizing it's because I am. My loving Father is calling my name, bidding me to come and rest. I have a long way to go, but by your grace, I can look at my life, and point to your hand orchestrating it. Every single trial, every pain, every tear for my good, and ultimately your glory.
You've met my biggest need...
"How will he not also with him graciously give us all things?"