Realizing Jesus

Twenty four days before that Holy day we recall our Savior’s birth, in the Year of our Lord Two-thousand and Twelve.

“Christ died for me”

Reconcile yourself to this fact and the Truth that is the witness of the Holy Spirit will shine within the core of your very being. You will at once be wholly and completely aware of that perfect and undeserved sacrifice of a Lord unlike all lords we have ever known. Brother, Patriot, King, Jesus.

Oh that this could be shouted from roof tops!

And that it might echo in the hollow husks of mortal men!

But such is the terminal of a spiritual life. We are given revelation. It is our response that ensures we are grafted into the vine, that we might produce fruit in the kingdom and commune more fully with the Most High.

I have been saved nearly three years. Yet my submission was categorically unfilled until the realization of the above statement hit me as a brick. I sit sobbing, joyously aware of the new man in me, bought at the cost of the most precious lamb… Oh how could it be?! That I, a sinner, should draw His notice? It is inconceivable that my God should love me as he does. And I am crippled in my awe. Words do this no justice. But it is essential that this revelation be brought to our heart’s door. That our verbal proclamation, coupled with sincere belief be cemented in directly impressed revelation. Before that moment I was a stolid man-at-arms, still loyal to the point of fanaticism, but missing something. Now, now my past fealty seems heartless. No less sincere but all the more necessary. That unmistakable reflex to my commitment. That beauteous claim to the Cross that was wrought by the necessity of my lack of consequence to an almighty God (that is to say my inferiority in light of His power) has transformed into a sweeter promise. A crippling reliance on Him. Not in the petty theology that confirms my compliance was ordained; that the elect have their destinies. Not in the now hollow oaths of a transaction betwixt Savior and saved. It is reliance awash in Love. Wholly undeserving Love. Now I see no longer a transaction. I know my Savior not as an instrument of justification. He died for me! Sweet Christ that it had to be, this way. That my sweet Lord would pass in front of the righteous wrath before me is beyond comprehension. Yet, I find myself finally weeping in the realization of that unchangeable Truth.

Christ died for you, too.

Find a closet, set yourself apart, and ask that it be shown to you in all its daunting glory. I pray you won’t shy from it for long! You find in this revelation, a liberty beyond expression!

Grace and peace be with you. From another found fugitive.