Today walking on campus I encountered what looked like a father and a son fighting. Not just verbally- the father literally had the son by the collar screaming "Do you understand me!?! Do you understand me!?!" I was taken aback, and went out of my way to avoid the situation. After the initial shock passed I smiled...almost laughed. Weird, but here's why -
I deserve that wrath from my heavenly father. I don't understand Him. I never understand Him! Ever. I seek my own glory. I strive for the magnification of my own fame. I can't even imagine the frustration He should feel with me as I go on, misunderstanding grace.
But I receive grace. He understands that I don't understand, so He sent Jesus to bear the weight of my punishment so that I receive life. By grace, through Christ, I understand.
"Christ was all anguish that I might be all joy, cast off that I might be brought in, trodden down as an enemy that I might be a friend, stripped that I might be clothed, wounded that I might be healed..."
Isaiah 53. Period.
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