That’s right. I am a slave. I was purchased and now I no longer belong to myself, but to the One whose blood bought me.
And that changes everything.
Yelling in our ears–and from our own hearts, even, is the message “It’s about you! What feels right? What sounds right?”
Which is to be expected outside of Christ. But if you claim to be a Christian?
It is nothing about you at all. Or your feelings, or what you think life should look like.
Absolute surrender to the One who owns me is to be my sole concern.
Or He doesn’t own me.
The funny thing is, we don’t even realize we’re clasping the “me message” so tightly, but we know how we want to feel and what we want to do and if those needs aren’t being met by what we’ve learned about God…
we change Him.
But never ourselves.
He will not be changed.
Paul and the disciples of Christ understood one thing: they were not their own and whatever that meant for their lives–comfort or dejection, gain or loss, fame or persecution–it was of no matter to them. They didn’t try to fit their perception of who God is into a box that would make life “work” for them, or fulfill their emotional needs.
If Paul could hear the sniveling of our current Christianity:
“But if I believe that about God it makes me feel bad and I can’t serve a God like that.”
Most of us wouldn’t stand two minutes in the shoes of those Christians who were cast out, hated, tortured and martyred for their faith.
There needs to be a name for this “new Christianity” which is not Christianity at all.
“Woe to him who strives with him who formed him, a pot among earthen pots! Does the clay say to him who forms it, ‘What are you making?’ “
As purchased property, all that I am and all that I do and all that I believe is no longer my own. Any agenda outside of serving the One who paid for me is the wrong agenda. Self-fulfillment must die.
Hard to hear? Oh my, yes.
And our Lord knew that. And that’s why “many heard and walked away”. And that’s why, “Many will say in that day, ‘Lord, Lord’…and I will say to them, ‘Depart from me, I never knew you’.” And that’s why “narrow is the way and few there be that find it”. And that’s why, “the world will hate you, but remember, it hated Me first”.
The only true fulfillment now is that which is found in losing my life.
To a true follower of Christ, this realization is the sweetest thought that ever entered the mind–a free-fall back into the arms of grace, completely trusting my life into His hands, the One who formed me and knows what is best for me.
To the impostor, it is repulsive.
And the greatest of ironies comes rushing in:
“If the Son has set you free (i.e. you have become My bond-servant), you are FREE indeed!”
I love how being a mother so perfectly (and so painfully) allows me to see God’s purpose for the body of Christ. Belonging to a family and being fully engaged in that family provides a clear picture of how the body of Christ is supposed to function. And to the extent we are shaped to live properly in this family, we are equipped to live properly among the Church.