Methodist Church in Three Rivers.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Christian, who are you?
I attended the funeral for the father of a friend this week, and it raised questions for me. What sets me apart from others as a Christian?
The bottom line answer is that Christ claims me as His very own. I am not my own, but I belong to Him.
It’s not that as a Christian I don’t sin. It’s not that I don’t do bad things or that I don’t swear, smoke, drink alcohol, or associate with certain people. I may do all of these things, and I can personally say that I do or have done each of these. It isn’t that I’ve sinned or that I continue to sin. It is that Christ has revealed Himself to me as the savior of the world and the savior of my very self.
I am a Christian, bought with a price, owned by God himself. I am a child adopted into the lineage of Abraham. I’m not adopted as a Jew, but as a chosen one of God. I don’t every fret or worry about this status.
What I struggle with is that fact that I sin. I sin daily, and I sin extravagantly. I struggle because deep inside me I don’t want to, but there is still a part that craves that rebellion. That rebellion doesn’t make me a “non-son” it humbles me and shows me that I’m nothing without God.
In eternity, we will be surprised by the scoundrels who are in heaven. We will also be surprised by the nice people who end up in perdition. I know I’m a scoundrel who needs a risen savior.
It’s not that I’m a hypocrite because I’m not perfect. Rather it’s that I need Christ because I’m not perfect. That sets Christians apart.
I attended the funeral for the father of a friend this week, and it raised questions for me. What sets me apart from others as a Christian?
The bottom line answer is that Christ claims me as His very own. I am not my own, but I belong to Him.
It’s not that as a Christian I don’t sin. It’s not that I don’t do bad things or that I don’t swear, smoke, drink alcohol, or associate with certain people. I may do all of these things, and I can personally say that I do or have done each of these. It isn’t that I’ve sinned or that I continue to sin. It is that Christ has revealed Himself to me as the savior of the world and the savior of my very self.
I am a Christian, bought with a price, owned by God himself. I am a child adopted into the lineage of Abraham. I’m not adopted as a Jew, but as a chosen one of God. I don’t every fret or worry about this status.
What I struggle with is that fact that I sin. I sin daily, and I sin extravagantly. I struggle because deep inside me I don’t want to, but there is still a part that craves that rebellion. That rebellion doesn’t make me a “non-son” it humbles me and shows me that I’m nothing without God.
In eternity, we will be surprised by the scoundrels who are in heaven. We will also be surprised by the nice people who end up in perdition. I know I’m a scoundrel who needs a risen savior.
It’s not that I’m a hypocrite because I’m not perfect. Rather it’s that I need Christ because I’m not perfect. That sets Christians apart.
Picture: the Episcopal Church in Three Rivers, MI.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Our First Full Day In Atlanta
Today, we went to the MARTA station and took the train into Atlanta. We went downtown and bought our City Pass and the High Art Museum. It was misting and raining, so we found a neat neighborhood bar and played some pool until the play at the Alliance Theater’s Hertz Stage. It was a great play, and we went back to play a little pool. Afterwards we went back to canton and explored around a bit. We ended up back in the hotel at a reasonable hour.
As we came up the escalator in the MARTA station “art center” I noticed a little mouse riding the escalator. It was hilarious to watch. He rode just like everyone else.
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