Dad, Dizzy Dean, And The Best Story Ever


On Saturday we held a memorial service for my Dad, JJ. Dad loved to tell stories: They usually began with a phrase like: Hey listen to this, or You’re not going to believe this, or Did I ever tell you about the time I was in the Hurtgen Forest in WWII…

Dad’s stories were usually long. I’d often wonder, where are you going with this thing? And 15 minutes later he’d bring it back to the original idea that sparked his memory. What’s so funny about Dad telling these long and winding tales is that when I was a kid and I’d start to tell him a story, he’d say, “Stop. Wait a minute. Make it like Dragnet. Just the facts, Ma’am, just the facts.”* I once told him “Dad this is so unfair. When I was a kid you told me to make it like Dragnet, just the facts, but you go on for 10 – 15 minutes.”

In Dad’s honor, here are my two favorite stories of his. Only I’ll try to make them a little more like Dragnet. Once after dinner I said I was going to have a cup of coffee, which prompted Dad to say, “You want to hear a really sad story?” “Yes Dad, we’d love to hear a really sad story.” So he said, “I was having lunch in the Allied Club in Tulsa with this oil man and when we sat down he said to the waitress, ‘Bring me some coffee and keep it coming.’ I said, ‘You must really like coffee.’ He said, ‘Boy do I. When I get up in the morning my wife makes a pot of coffee for me and when I get to the office I tell my secretary to make some coffee and keep it coming. I drink it all day and when I get home I drink coffee all evening long till I go to bed.’ Then my dad looked around the table and said, “And you want to know what happened to him?” Poignant pause. “He wound up in the INsane asylum!” Then he just looked around at each of us in silence. I said, “Dad. Are you saying that because I’m going to have a cup of coffee I’m going to wind up in the INsane asylum?” He probably said something like, “Well you never know.”

Here’s my favorite story of Dad’s. Dad loved Baseball and especially the St. Louis Cardinals. When he was a boy the famous Cardinal pitcher Dizzy Dean came to his hometown of Belleville, Illinois to play an exhibition game. He and his brother Bob were beside themselves with excitement to see Dizzy Dean, but when they got to the park canvas had been on all the fences so no one could get in without paying. Dad and Bob had no money. They managed to find a breach in the canvas and sneak in. When they did they saw Dizzy Dean sitting on a bench by 3rd base, so they went over and sat right on the bench next to him. An attendant saw them and said, “Hey you boys, Do you have tickets?” They were speechless. “Well then, you’re going to have to leave.” But before the attendant could escort them out, Dizzy Dean said, “These boys are my guests.” And they got to sit with ol Diz the entire game.


Dizzy Dean

I love that story because it reminds me of the story Dad believed and by which he was saved. We all sin against our Creator and those sins create an infinite chasm between us. None of us do good by God’s standard of good, which is perfection and no amount of good deeds can bridge the chasm and get us into heaven. And unlike Dad and uncle Bob, who longed to see Dizzy Dean, we had no desire to be with Jesus. Even if we could somehow sneak into heaven, we’d have no right to be there and one of heaven’s attendants would quickly throw us out into the darkness. But Jesus bridged the gulf between us and God when he became a man, lived a sinless life, then paid the price of our entrance to heaven when he bore God’s wrath for our sins on the cross. His resurrection was the validation stamp on our ticket to heaven, proving he’d paid the price. When we turn from our sins and trust in Jesus and his work, he says to his Father, “These are my guests. They’re with me.” And we can sit down at the marriage feast of the Lamb with Jesus forever.

“For Christ also suffered once for sins, the righteous for the unrighteous, that he might bring us to God” (1 Peter 3:18)

I’m grateful for Dad and his stories. I can see him right now with about 6 angels gathered around him, saying, “Hey, did I ever tell you when I was in WWII in the Hurtgen Forest in Germany?” and them saying, “We were right there with you JJ, keeping you safe.”

Dad loved his stories. And especially the wondrous story of his Savior.


*Dragnet was a show in the 50s and 60s about LA Detective Joe Friday, who constantly exhorted long-winded crime witnesses to give him just the facts.

Share The Gospel. Even If You Do It Poorly.

The gospel involves words.

It is the glorious message of the redemption God has provided for us through the birth, life, death, resurrection and ascension of Jesus Christ.  We should try to  share this message whenever we can.

But the gospel is more than words – it is the power of God.

For Christ did not send me to baptize but to preach the gospel, and not with words of eloquent wisdom, lest the cross of Christ be emptied of its power.  For the word of the cross is folly to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.  1 Corinthians 1:17-18

The power of the gospel isn’t in the speaker. The good news of Jesus is powerful because it is the very word of God and the Holy Spirit infuses God’s word with power.

It is the Holy Spirit who causes someone to be born again, not our persuasiveness.

God saved Charles Spurgeon through a simple gospel message given by a humble speaker:

I sometimes think I might have been in darkness and despair until now, had it not been for the goodness of God in sending a snowstorm one Sunday morning, while I was going to a certain place of worship. I turned a side street, and came to a little Primitive Methodist Church. In that chapel there may have been a dozen or fifteen people. I had heard of the Primitive Methodists, how they sang so loudly that they made people’s heads ache; but that did not matter to me. I wanted to know how I might be saved….

The minister did not come that morning; he was snowed up, I suppose. At last a very thin-looking man, a shoemaker, or tailor, or something of that sort, went up into the pulpit to preach. Now it is well that preachers be instructed, but this man was really stupid. He was obliged to stick to his text, for the simple reason that he had little else to say. The text was—“LOOK UNTO ME, AND BE YE SAVED, ALL THE ENDS OF THE EARTH” (Isa. 45:22)

He did not even pronounce the words rightly, but that did not matter. There was, I thought, a glimmer of hope for me in that text.

The preacher began thus: “This is a very simple text indeed. It says ‘Look.’ Now lookin’ don’t take a deal of pain. It aint liftin’ your foot or your finger; it is just ‘Look.’ Well, a man needn’t go to College to learn to look. You may be the biggest fool, and yet you can look. A man needn’t be worth a thousand a year to look. Anyone can look; even a child can look.

“But then the text says, ‘Look unto Me.’ Ay!” he said in broad Essex, “many on ye are lookin’ to yourselves, but it’s no use lookin’ there. You’ll never find any comfort in yourselves. Some say look to God the Father. No, look to Him by-and-by. Jesus Christ says, ‘Look unto Me.’ Some on ye say ‘We must wait for the Spirit’s workin.’ You have no business with that just now. Look to Christ. The text says, ‘Look unto Me.’ “

Then the good man followed up his text in this way: “Look unto Me; I am sweatin’ great drops of blood. Look unto Me; I am hangin’ on the cross. Look unto Me, I am dead and buried. Look unto Me; I rise again. Look unto Me; I ascend to Heaven. Look unto Me; I am sitting at the Father’s right hand. O poor sinner, look unto Me! look unto Me!”

When he had . . . . managed to spin out about ten minutes or so, he was at the end of his tether. Then he looked at me under the gallery, and I daresay with so few present, he knew me to be a stranger.

Just fixing his eyes on me, as if he knew all my heart, he said, “Young man, you look very miserable.” Well, I did, but I had not been accustomed to have remarks made from the pulpit on my personal appearance before. However, it was a good blow, struck right home. He continued, “And you will always be miserable—miserable in life and miserable in death—if you don’t obey my text; but if you obey now, this moment, you will be saved.” Then lifting up his hands, he shouted, as only a Primitive Methodist could do, “Young man, look to Jesus Christ. Look! Look! Look! You have nothing to do but look and live!

I saw at once the way of salvation. I know not what else he said—I did not take much notice of it—I was so possessed with that one thought . . . . I had been waiting to do fifty things, but when I heard that word, “Look!” what a charming word it seemed to me. Oh! I looked until I could almost have looked my eyes away. 

There and then the cloud was gone, the darkness had rolled away, and that moment I saw the sun; and I could have risen that instant, and sung with the most enthusiastic of them, of the precious blood of Christ, and the simple faith which looks alone to Him. Oh, that somebody had told me this before, “Trust Christ, and you shall be saved.”

I love this.  The poor shoe maker or tailor wasn’t eloquent.  He probably had never heard the word “eschatology.”  To Charles Spurgeon he seemed “stupid”.  He didn’t pronounce all his words correctly.  But he shared the good news. He shared the simple core of the gospel – Jesus was crucified, died, was buried, and rose from the dead.  And God attended his simple message with life-transforming power and raised Charles Spurgeon from death to life.

This is liberating when we share the gospel with our children, friends and relatives. It’s not our brilliant articulation that saves anyone – it’s the power of the word of God and the Holy Spirit. Of course we want to express God’s truth as clearly as we can, but even if we stumble and share the gospel imperfectly, it is the power of God that saves.

We must do all we can to teach our children about Jesus and bring them up in the fear and instruction of the Lord. We should read the Word to them and teach them. We should encourage them to turn to Jesus. But we can’t cause them to be born again. We must diligently share God’s word then pray and trust that the Holy Spirit to give them life.

Let this encourage us to share the gospel, even if we do it poorly. I don’t encourage you to be stupid. But our feeble words plus God’s mighty power is all God needs.

The Gospel: Far More Than A Key To The Front Door

In other words, the gospel isn’t something we need only to become a Christian. It’s not like it gets us in the front door, then we can pitch it.  It’s the key to the living room, dining room, kitchen, attic and basement.  It opens every drawer, cabinet, and appliance, turns on the water, heat and lights.  The gospel should shape all of our lives as believers.

For example the gospel applies to all our RELATIONSHIPS

Therefore welcome one another as Christ has welcomed you, for the glory of God.  Romans 15:7

Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you. Ephesians 4:32

By this we know love, that he laid down his life for us, and we ought to lay down our lives for the brothers. 1 John 3:16

Paul roots our welcoming, showing kindness and forgiving one another in the good news that God has welcomed us, forgiven us and been kind to us in Christ.  And John roots his exhortation to lay down our lives for each other in the good news of a Savior who laid down his life for his own.

The gospel applies to our MARRIAGES

Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her… Ephesians 5:25

“Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.” This mystery is profound, and I am saying that it refers to Christ and the church. (Ephesians 5:31-32)

Paul ties his charge to men in the gospel – we’re to love our wives as Jesus sacrificially loved us.  And Paul says that even our marriages are to reflect the relationship of Christ and his bride who has become one with him through the gospel.

The gospel applies to us when we FAIL:

There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. (Romans 8:1)

I don’t know about you, but I still battle the temptation to feel condemned at times.  What is my solution?  The gospel!  I’m not condemned NOW because Jesus was condemned in my place on the cross.

The gospel applies to our TRIALS:

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? As it is written,
“For your sake we are being killed all the day long;
we are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered.”
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 8:35-39)

We are more than conquerors in our trials through him who loved us and demonstrated that love on the cross.

The gospel applies to us when we are SAD AND SORROWFUL

For the Lamb in the midst of the throne will be their shepherd, and he will guide them to springs of living water, and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.” (Revelation 7:17)

The Lamb who leads us to heaven where God will banish tears forever is the sacrificial Lamb whose blood was poured out for us on the cross.

The gospel even applies to how we handle our MONEY.  When Paul exhorts the Corinthians to generous giving he says:

For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though he was rich, yet for your sake he became poor, so that you by his poverty might become rich. 2 Corinthians 8:9

Paul anchors our generosity to the good news that Jesus impoverished himself to enrich us.

So the gospel isn’t only for unbelievers to receive forgiveness of sins, but for every believer every day of our lives.  It’s our meat and drink, our oxygen.  It’s the hub from which all the spokes of our lives radiate.  I need the gospel as much today as I did in 1974 when Jesus saved me.  And till the day I die I hope to continue to learn how to apply it to my every thought, word and deed.  

The Unexpected Justice of God

Putting my daughter to bed can be a trying experience.

Charis is three years old, and like most young children, going to bed is on her “least favorite things” list. As bedtime approaches she starts pulling all sorts of tricks and stall tactics out of the bag in an attempt to delay the inevitable. She wants me to put socks on her, take the socks off, adjust the socks so that the seam on the toe is perfectly flat, tell her a second story, pray for her a third time, and on and on.

It doesn’t take long before I can feel impatience beginning to simmer and then boil within me. I want some peace, and I want some quiet, and I want to put Charis to bed without a thirty minute epic battle.

Many times I sin in impatience against my little three year old girl.

Because God is kind, he won’t let me get away with my impatience, and it’s not long before I feel his gentle hand pressing against my conscience and leading me to repentance.

When I repent I’m often aware of God’s mercy. I know that God is merciful, and that mercy ripples out from the gospel to sinners like me, but I don’t usually connect repentance with the justice of God. 1 John 1:9 makes that connection:

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

This seems backward or something, doesn’t it? God’s justice is displayed in my forgiveness. His perfect, holy, righteous, never flinching, never failing justice is put on display when he forgives my sin. How is that possible?

It’s possible because justice was already executed upon Jesus Christ. Jesus really has received the justice that I should have received. At the cross, God treated Jesus like the impatient father. My sentence has already been fulfilled, and God’s justice has been completely satisfied.

If God didn’t forgive my sins, that would be unjust. It would be double jeopardy, making me atone for a crime that has already been resolved. The just, right, good, wonderful thing for God to do is forgive my sins.

Sometimes the gospel just takes your breath away, doesn’t it?

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Entering Where Angels Fear to Tread

original photo by VinothChandar

Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the holy places by the blood of Jesus… (Hebrews 10:19)

The holy places do not inspire confidence or swagger. A person who understands his sinfulness doesn’t confidently stroll into the holy places of God.

When the Lord descended upon Mount Sinai he told the people of Israel, “Whoever touches the mountain shall be put to death.” (Exodus 19:12)

Nadab and Abihu were consumed by holy fire when they offered unauthorized fire to the Lord (Lev. 10). Uzzah was struck dead when reached out to catch the Ark of the Covenant from falling (2 Sam. 6).

When Isaiah caught a glimpse of the Holy One upon his throne, he called out for divine judgment to fall upon him. (Isaiah 6)

The high priest, and only the high priest, entered the most holy place in the temple on time per year, and he did so with the utmost care.

Entering the holy places should fill a sinful man or woman with dread, not confidence.

But now, through Jesus Christ, we have confidence to enter the holy places. We have confidence to stand in the presence of the God who is described as a consuming fire. We have confidence to draw near and make our requests and petitions of the Most High God. We can enter the presence of God with thanksgiving, rather than dread.

Confidence is the last thing that we should take into the holy places. But through the gospel, we go confidently into the places where angels fear to tread.

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I. Must. Pound. This. Into. My. Head.

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When I was in college I was pretty awesome at gaming the system. I had test taking down to a science. A few days before a test I would begin cramming all the necessary information into my head by rereading my notes and highlighting portions of the text book. My short term memory is pretty decent, so I was able to hoard a massive amount of information into my head for a very short period of time, then purge it all when the test was over. This strategy worked like a charm, and I was able to put most of my tests into a headlock and force them into submission. Unfortunately, I don’t really remember much from any of those classes. I have a few vague memories of countries in Northern Africa, paleolithic stones, and the Spanish Inquisition, but that’s about it.

Now, this is the part of the blog post where I make a connection between my wonderful introduction and something faith related. After all, that’s what we bloggers do: tell stories and then tie them (sometimes very loosely!) into faith. So here goes: I think all of us need to adopt my style of learning when it comes to the gospel. We need to cram our heads full of the gospel until it leaks from our ears. But we can’t just do it every once in a while. We need to do it every single day. We need to pound the gospel into our heads repeatedly. Why?

Because we always tend to drift toward trying to earn God’s favor.

Listen to the words of Martin Luther:

I myself have been preaching and cultivating it [the message of grace] . . . for almost twenty years and still I feel the old clinging dirt of wanting to deal so with God that I may contribute something, so that he will have to give me his grace in exchange for my holiness. And still I cannot get it into my head that I should surrender myself completely to sheer grace; yet [I know that] this is what I should and must do. (As quoted in Holiness by Grace by Bryan Chapell)

Martin Luther preached the message of free grace again and again. Yet he still felt the pull of trying to earn God’s favor in exchange for his holiness. Grace runs counter to everything in us. We feel like we can earn God’s favor, must earn God’s favor. If we are holy enough God will give us grace. Self-righteousness is hardwired into our DNA.

And so we must pound the gospel into our heads again and again, every single day, no days off. If we don’t do this we will inevitably drift back toward trying to earn God’s favor.

So how can we pound the gospel into our heads? Let me give you a few practical suggestions:

  • Before doing anything “spiritual”, like reading your Bible or praying or serving, thank God that he accepts you and delights in you because of Christ and nothing else.
  • Throughout the day, thank God for his completely free grace that stays the same when you’re praying and when you’re watching television.
  • Listen to songs like these over and over (RSS readers click through to see the playlist).

If we don’t regularly pound the gospel into our heads, we’ll drift away from it. So pound away.

God Would Not Let Me Rescue Jesus

The night that Jesus was in the Garden of Gethsemane was probably the worst of my existence, because it was then that I realized that God would not let me rescue Jesus.

When Jesus first entered the garden and began praying, I knew that something strange was afoot. The first tip off was the intensity of Jesus’ prayers. He prayed like a man on fire. Sweat poured off his face in great rivers, mixing with the tears that dripped from the end of his nose. He prayed and moaned and sat in silence.

And Jesus wasn’t alone in the garden that night. I could see the Serpent King and his spawn circling about Jesus, whispering in his ear. They offered him escape and peace. The Serpent King invited Jesus to follow him out of the garden to a place of rest, but Jesus never moved. I readied my troops and looked to the Father. The moment he gave the signal we would descend upon Jesus and minister to him and battle the Hell spawn.

The disciples were absolutely useless at that point. They were sleeping! Jesus was surrounded by the offspring of Hell, staring into the face of the wrath of God, and the disciples couldn’t even manage to pray for a few moments. I looked to the Father, begging him to allow me to minister to Jesus, and he agreed. I quickly made my way down to the Son and spent a few moments strengthening him. Then I was called back.

After I ministered to Jesus, he began to pray again, and he prayed like I had never seen a person pray. I have seen prophets, and kings, and mighty men of God pray, but none have ever prayed like Jesus. His face was a mask of agony, and blood began to mix itself with his sweat, covering his face in a red, bloody sheen. I was concerned that he might die from the sheer agony of his prayers.

But then he stopped. He rose from the ground, wiped the blood and grime from his face, and called his disciples. The sound of voices indicated that someone else had entered the garden, and Jesus and his disciples went to meet them. Judas, the traitor and coward stepped forward and placed a kiss on Jesus cheek. At that moment my troops and I surged forward, ready to destroy Judas and the others in a blaze of fire. But the Father held us.

The mob surrounded Jesus, and Peter, the renegade of the bunch, whipped out a blade and sliced off the ear of one of the men. I was waiting for Jesus to say the word. As soon as Jesus called, twelve legions of us would be by side. We would destroy all those wicked men who had the audacity to put their hands on our king. We would draw our swords of fire and make quick work of all who opposed Jesus. I could feel the other angels behind me drawing their swords and pushing forward. The call would come any second now.

But it never came. Instead, I heard Jesus utter these shocking words:

Put your sword back into its place. For all who take the sword will perish by the sword. Do you think that I cannot appeal to my Father, and he will at once send me more than twelve legions of angels? But how then should the Scriptures be fulfilled, that it must be so?

Then I understood. We wouldn’t be rescuing Jesus. He would do this alone. We would have been at his side in a moment, ready to defend the king we loved. But he wouldn’t have it. He wouldn’t let us save him, because he was going to save others.

The Danger Of Turning A Good Thing Into A Moral Thing

All of us have a tendency to take something that is good, at least in our opinion, and add moral weight to it. Public school, home school, and private school can all be good things. Organic food can be a good thing. Dressing up for church or dressing down for church can be good things. Dating, courting, and dorting, can all be good things. Watching television can be a good thing and abstaining from television can be a good thing.

The danger, however, is when we take a good thing and we turn it into a moral thing. When we make a good thing into something that other people must do if they are going to be truly spiritual. When we take a good thing and add it onto justification by faith as the way to God’s approval.

Principle Vs. Practice

All of us are tempted to do this. A lot of it has to do with our experiences. I was homeschooled growing up, and I see both the spiritual and educational benefits of homeschooling. But, I need to be careful that I don’t start to believe that homeschooling is morally superior to other education methods. I need to be very careful to distinguish between principles and practices.

The principle is that parents must raise their children in the fear of the Lord. Homeschooling is one practice for accomplishing that. However, I also know many godly parents who have raised their children in the fear of the Lord through the practice of sending their kids to public school. These parents are just as committed to their children as the parents that homeschool.

It’s the same with relationships. The principle is that young men and women must pursue relationships with absolute purity as they look ahead to the day they are married. The practice of courtship is one way for this to happen. It can happen through dating as well. A young man and woman can “date” and still be pure and pursue intentionality in their relationship.

The Danger of Unnecessary Guilt

Why do we need to be so careful to avoid turning something good into something moral? Because when we do this, we place a burden of guilt on people that God does not place on them. When we say that homeschooling is the only way, we make those who don’t homeschool feel guilty and out of place. We place a weight on them that God does not place on them. When we say that it’s wrong to play video games, and we tell others that it’s wrong, we place a weight of guilt upon them that God does not place on them. And we steal their joy.

So what’s the solution? First, we hold fast to justification by faith. A Christian is a Christian because they trust in Jesus as savior and bow to him as Lord. Nothing more, nothing less.

Then, we hold fast to what is clear in the Bible. That is our authority. We shouldn’t tell people that they can’t date. We should tell people that they must pursue purity, love, wisdom, and counsel in every relationship. We can’t tell people that they must read their Bibles every single day. We can tell them that they should seek to delight in the law of the Lord. We need to hold fast where God holds fast, and be flexible in the other areas.

Escaping The Black Hole of Condemnation (Part 1)

I can’t believe I fell into that sin.  How can God possibly forgive me?  I shouldn’t even call myself a Christian.  Will I ever get the victory?  I’m such a miserable failure.  How can God accept me?

Have you ever felt like this?  Most of us have been there.  The black hole of condemnation.  We can feel hopeless, depressed, discouraged.  We grieve over offending God.  Our sin stings.  And we often regret the pain we inflicted on others or consequences brought on ourselves.  Sometimes we can be filled with regret for years of sin or failure.

The greater the sin, the deeper our grief can be and the deeper the hole of self-reproach.  We can believe we must do penance or punish ourselves.  Or that it’s wrong to have any joy or to try to remove the weight of our sorrow from our backs.

We hear Scriptures like “There is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus” (Ro 8.1), yet still feel condemned.  We know technically we’re accepted by God, but just can’t believe he really loves us now.  We feel like if we let go of our guilt, we’re not really sorry for our sin.  How do we escape the swirling vortex of condemnation?  Here are a few thoughts:

Know where condemnation comes from

Sometimes it comes from Satan, “the accuser of our brothers,” “who accuses them day and night before our God” (RE 12.10).  The devil has a round-the-clock ministry of condemnation.  If he can’t keep us from Christ, he’ll try to keep us from experiencing joy in him.

At other times our own hearts condemn us (1 JN 3.19-20).  Our hearts – our thoughts, emotions, feelings – are always interpreting our circumstances, but not always accurately.  Our culture has taught us to trust our feelings, but feelings are a poor barometer of the truth.

For believers, condemnation never comes from God.  There is now therefore NO condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.  None.  Zero.  Jesus bore the full penalty for every one of our sins and God won’t punish the same sin twice.

Focus on Jesus

Someone has said we should take 10 looks at Jesus for every one look at ourselves.  Condemnation tends to make us look inward.  We must continue to look to Jesus, our great Mediator and to his great work on our behalf.  Look to Jesus and see God’s love for you.  Look to your Redeemer who ever lives to intercede for you.  If you find yourself thinking more about your failure than Jesus, you need to shift your focus.

Fight to believe the gospel

It’s not enough to hear there is no condemnation.  We must believe it.  We must mix God’s word with faith:

For good news came to us just as to them, but the message they heard did not benefit them, because they were not united by faith with those who listened.  For we who have believed enter that rest…(HEB 4.2-3)

Our legal standing before God as his justified, blood-bought children never changes. We must fight to believe God’s truth rather than our subjective feelings.  Take up the shield of faith to quench Satan’s fiery darts of accusation.  Commit pertinent Scriptures to memory.  When condemning thoughts come, wield the sword of the Spirit like Jesus did when he was tempted.  Say “No!  I am not condemned, for ‘It is written…’”

To be continued…

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How Do I Know When I’m Really Understanding the Gospel?

How can I know when I am really, truly understanding the gospel?

When it seems too good to be true.

The more astonished I feel at the gospel, the more I’m understanding and applying the gospel. The more I find myself saying, “This is just so hard to believe!”, the more I’m getting to the heart of the gospel.

Because the gospel cuts against everything that feels true. It feels like I should have to give something to God in payment for my salvation. It feels like I must be able to, or required to add something to Jesus’ finished work. The idea of receiving salvation as a completely free gift feel so…unnatural.

And the gospel is unnatural. It’s supernatural. Only God could come up with a plan for salvation where he gets the glory and we get the grace. The gospel seems almost ridiculous it’s so good.

So how does the gospel strike you today? Does it seem to good to be true?