I never knew being a Christian was going to be what it is. I was raised in a very Godly home with all the right things to give me notice but I never noticed. I actually felt being a Christian meant following a bunch of rules most of which would deprive me of the real joy and meaning of life. Nothing is more shocking to the unbeliever become believer than the life that develops in you. It was not overnight nor was it quick but it is a prolonged becoming and the longer the journey the more intensely meaningful. It is as if everything is made new, literally from a blade of grass to the taste of your lover. It is the ongoing realization of reality that make tears and watermelon objects that implore you toward grateful, happy-filled, worship. It is like hiking and mountain climbing where everything is an adventure and all things are there to discover. But the greatest gift, the most profound discovery is love. The abundance of love that rises up out of what you know you as, an old gnarled scoundrel, as if you have been reborn as a saint. That always shocks me. I know who lee is but I have no accounting for who this new man is that I am continually becoming. That man is the greatest mystery of all—and the grace that allows me to daily discover him is something only God as God, the One and Only God, can create me to be. It is the grace of all graces to accept by faith that Christ Jesus rebirths us into a new person and that person is daily discoverable as some marvelous stranger that I get to meet.
God is good all the time
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