Sorry I haven’t posted in a while… I haven’t felt the creative juices flowing very freely. Anyway, there is something that’s been on my mind, and I want to share it with you.
I’ve been amazed recently at how much God loves me. I know, I’m a youth minister, and I should have that all figured out by now. But to be honest, the more I learn, the less I understand.
So often, I find myself teaching lessons on theology and life and practical stuff and let the true gospel go unsaid. Sure, every lesson doesn’t need to be a full explanation of Christ’s sacrifice, but the thought is often far from my mind.
So many people ask questions as to why a God who loves us could let bad things happen. Or how a loving God could let us go to hell. Or how a kind God could ever allow suffering. I don’t wonder those things. I wonder how a righteous and pure and innocent God could so freely wash me clean and call me his son. And how he could love me (so many times his enemy) so much that he would offer the thing that he loved most- his Son.
You see, I earned hell. I bought it. I paid for it. Paul says, “The wages of sins is death.” Wages you earn. If I go to hell, I get what I deserve. No more, no less. But, it also says “the gift of God is eternal life.” You don’t buy a gift. You don’t deserve a gift. True gifts come out of love from the giver. God’s love gives me what I don’t deserve: eternal life with Him.
But, that didn’t come cheap. It came with a tremendous price: His Son. I love Hudson very much. I don’t think I could ever love anyone or any group of people enough to give him up- even if it was a good cause. Yet God loved us so much, that He did exactly that. I don’t understand how it all works, why it had to be a sacrifice or why blood had to be spilled or why there is sin in the first place. I only understand what a tremendous act it was for God to send Jesus.
The older I get, the more I love God and serve Him out of my love for him. I obey Him because I know how much he loves me. But that wasn’t always the case. Hell is very real. When I was younger, I served him because I feared hell. Now, the more I know about hell and sin, the more I love God for what he did. It’s just like when I was a kid, I did what my dad told me to because I was afraid of his punishment. He wasn’t cruel or abusive, in fact I he was always very kind and tender. But, I still feared being punished, so I obey (well, not all the time). I knew he loved me, but that wasn’t my motivation. Now, when my father gives advice, I don’t follow it out of fear. I know it is an expression of love. My heavenly father is the same. When I once feared him (and rightly so), I know rejoice by obedience in the love he shows by giving me guidance.
I’m not perfect, and I don’t have it all figured out. My life isn’t easier because I’m a Christian and sin is often so appealing. But, I continue on, and thank God I get to be a part of the journey.
In HIM,
Blaine