To save myself.
To do good works that count for anything.
Save for……the finished work of Christ on the cross. Now that’s a bonafide churchy phrase if I ever spelled one out!
Street language would be – save for…….the fact that Jesus Christ, who is God’s Son, came here to earth as a man to live the perfect life then die on the cross for my sin-sick soul. Saved because I believe who He says He is and what He did for me is true. I cannot save myself. I cannot have a relationship with my Creator God without trusting in His Son. I cannot be saved from eternity in hell unless I trust in the fact, in the truth that Jesus Christ, God’s Son, came to earth to live then die and rise again so that I might have that promised eternal life in heaven with him.
I could indeed do good works. I have done good works. Sung nice songs. Written nice words. But on the nights that I know down in the very gut of my soul that the Holy Spirit showed up in the room with our moms, I know I didn’t do a darn thing except show up. I showed up to love some moms. No questions asked. No judgment. I just hugged, prayed, teared up often, and loved deep. And knew it very well. Because I was undone the next day. Totally spent.
Why in the world do I think I have something profound to say? These moms just need to hear the truth. The truth is that they are loved; that Jesus died for them; that they can have their sins forgiven when they trust in Him; that their life will count always when they trust in Jesus daily for all their needs. He wants to meet them where they are in their life. And he will.
I want to be strong for these fragile women. I want them to trust in Jesus; to read His Word; to stay in His word. To move more away from the world and toward His truths. His love. Obedience to Him – which is to love Him with all their heart and soul and mind and to love others as themselves.
To forsake the world’s lust and empty pleasures. To live for Him. Always.
But. I cannot hold their hand. When they text that they slept in last Sunday; that they didn’t seem to get to church all summer; that they are back with Mr. I-Know-he’s-not-right-for-me; I have to hold this wounded little bird with open hands. I cannot make her go to church any more than I can make this wounded bird well. Only God. Only the power of the Holy Spirit who truly draws us to Himself.
This morning while walking the beach I pondered a lot, as usual. Love my alone time walks on the beach. I thought of the persecuted Believers in other parts of the world; even here in the US. What do they have that is missing in my life?
For the persecuted, Jesus is all they have. When the Voice Of the Martyrs worker was put in prison for sharing the gospel in Sudan, he thought he would be there a few days. https://youtu.be/2zEiiZi2DKk. Turned in to more than a year. What did he come out of there with? A closer walk with Jesus. It was truly him and the Lord for over a year. Nothing else. No one else. I am too comfortable. Too apathetic. Too much ease. I have more than I need.
Oh, Father, I need to remember that if you did take all away from me; the beach walks, Doves Rest, my husband, my children, my sisters in Christ, my massage, my mani/pedi, I would have you. And You would be enough.
“…….I count all things to be loss in view of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them be rubbish in order that I may gain Christ.” Philippians 3:8