Resolved, to embrace Christ’s victory over sin and death and to fight, by that power, ceaselessly against the sin and error in my own life.
Resolved, to never accept my sin as a simple failure to behave, but to discover and confess the true state of my heart before God; humbly accepting His grace in repentance.
As I stood by the ocean this past weekend, I couldn’t stop thinking about just how incredibly vast it is. There are 332 million cubic miles of water on the Earth. That’s 36.6 sextillion gallons. If sextillion isn’t a readily accessible number, think of 1000 trillions.
Still lost in the magnitude? That’s ok. There is nothing I can do to help you wrap your head around the sheer volume of water contained on the surface of this planet. It’s an unfathomable quantity.
We must accept the fact that we aren’t able to comprehend it.
Today I wrote a guest post for my good friend Grant Jenkins.
Here’s an excerpt:
We seem to be under the impression that we have the power to fix people; that we can simply tell them to stop sinning and that they will. We even go so far as to expect people to make that life change before they’re allowed to meet Christ.
This is a lie called “religion.”
You can read the rest of this post on religion’s lies about morality on Grant’s blog.
When I was 12 years old, I thought I was Batman. I had just watched Batman Forever and was on this huge superhero kick. I would wear a black cape, stand on top of tall objects, and sing Seal’s Kiss From a Rose while attempting to strike terror into the hearts of criminals.
I quickly learned that this simply wasn’t true. I was not Batman.
Fast forward 12 years. I thought I was a professional musician. I even went so far as to get all of the training and buy all of the gear. I would grab my guitar, play for large crowds and get paid for it! It was great. My name was
wanna-be rock star.
I slowly learned that this was not who I truly am.
I’m a few days late to the party on this one, but I’ve found myself convicted about this issue. My friend Justin wrote a blog on Bin Laden’s death yesterday and it finally kicked me over the fence.
I’m not gonna try and tell you how to feel about any of this, but here’s where I’m at.
There are a large number of professing Christians out there openly rejoicing in the fact that Osama Bin Laden got what he “deserved” and is presently burning in Hell. They’re posting all over the internet, waving signs, throwing parties, and carrying on.
I love you, but need you to understand that you’re failing miserably as leaders.