
Once I was ignorant of spiritual things. I did not know much about Jesus Christ, other than the fact that He is the Son of God. But I did not know why He died on the cross. In my eyes, I was righteous enough to get into heaven, and I did not like it if someone tied to tell me that I was not. Christianity was all about being a good person. Or so I thought...until the Lord Jesus Christ invaded my life!
He opened my eyes to see my own wickedness and unworthiness. And it broke me. When I went into a rage, something I used to do frequently, it reminded me of my sinfulness. Not only was I an angry person, I was destroying myself by letting an eating disorder take over my life. I developed it while I was pursuing my own glory and greatness. I was not a good person, I was consumed by my own sin and "in the fire". But the Lord reached in the flames and plucked me out! And I never got over it. Even better, I never got over Him.
Christ died on the cross as a substitute so that sinners, like me, could be reconciled to God. And He did not have to do it either, but He chose to. Christ lived a perfect, sinless life (He is God after all) and died as a sacrifice for sin. And was buried, and on the third day He rose from the dead. He ascended into heaven...He is a living Savior! And He is faithful and loving, even when I am not.
I never got over the fact that He plucked me out of the fire. There were times when I was weak, but when the reality of His enduring faithfulness and mercy was revealed, it made me rejoice...
"Thank you dear Savior for being merciful and gracious to me even when I was a wretched sinner living for my own glory. Thank you for loving me even when I was your enemy. Thank you for taking the punishment I deserve by dying on the cross as my substitute. Thank you for giving me eyes to see you and adore you. Thank you for your sure promises and everlasting love. Thank you for invading my life and making me a "new creation"!
He opened my eyes to see my own wickedness and unworthiness. And it broke me. When I went into a rage, something I used to do frequently, it reminded me of my sinfulness. Not only was I an angry person, I was destroying myself by letting an eating disorder take over my life. I developed it while I was pursuing my own glory and greatness. I was not a good person, I was consumed by my own sin and "in the fire". But the Lord reached in the flames and plucked me out! And I never got over it. Even better, I never got over Him.
Christ died on the cross as a substitute so that sinners, like me, could be reconciled to God. And He did not have to do it either, but He chose to. Christ lived a perfect, sinless life (He is God after all) and died as a sacrifice for sin. And was buried, and on the third day He rose from the dead. He ascended into heaven...He is a living Savior! And He is faithful and loving, even when I am not.
I never got over the fact that He plucked me out of the fire. There were times when I was weak, but when the reality of His enduring faithfulness and mercy was revealed, it made me rejoice...
"Thank you dear Savior for being merciful and gracious to me even when I was a wretched sinner living for my own glory. Thank you for loving me even when I was your enemy. Thank you for taking the punishment I deserve by dying on the cross as my substitute. Thank you for giving me eyes to see you and adore you. Thank you for your sure promises and everlasting love. Thank you for invading my life and making me a "new creation"!





