I’ve been a Christian for a long time.
I’ve heard all the sermons. Sung all the songs. Read all the verses (yep, even those obscure ones).
The simple truth of the gospel gets me every time.
I never tire of the rescue story.
For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God (Romans 3)
Even as I close my eyes to speak grateful words for the body broken, I feel my heart being pulled in fourteen different directions.
So much clamors for my attention.
You’d think after so many years, I might be better at this undivided heart thing.
Because, really and truly, I mean it when I sing
And the heartbeat of my life is to worship in your light
But the older I get, the more I know what it means to fall short.
And to be rescued.
Once for all. And again and again.
And (we—these sinners, these fallen ones) are justified freely by his grace
I love all the metaphors for this.
From orphan to beloved.
From ashes to beauty.
From mourning to dancing.
From captivity to freedom.
From death to everlasting, abundant life.
I know all this
In my head and in my heart one thousand times over.
But to hear it again, to speak it again, to sing again of Jesus arising, conquering the grave with my freedom in hand
Makes my heart want to explode.
Whether you’ve been a Christian for a long time or not, feel free to settle down here.
To linger here.
With the simple truth that you’ve fallen short (and you will again).
And you are justified freely because of Jesus’ perfect sacrifice on your behalf.
Because of Love.