Thursday, January 26, 2017
When I look at my righteous achievements, I fear. When I look at my perfection, I fear. When I look at the quality of my prayers, I fear. When I look at my life each day, I fear. When I think about dying, I fear. When I think about the judgment, I fear. Am I paranoid? Some might think so, but “No!” Do I have panic attacks? No. How can I possess fear and not have negative results? How can I own those fears and be a Christian? I am one, but my shoulders are too small to bear fear’s burden alone!
My righteous achievements? Laughable. My perfection? Nonexistent. The quality of my prayers? Dismal. My daily life? Inadequate. My death? Frightening. The judgment? Questionable.
Yet, I don’t have panic attacks nor negative results. I haven’t been defrocked. My shoulders remain small. I fall so short, if measured in inches, powerful microscopes would not see me. Paul may have been “chief” but I’m second. My cry is the same as his, “O wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death?” (Romans 7:24 (NKJV). His and my answer? Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!! What’s yours?
Without Jesus, fear would be my driver. What can I do to pay for my sins or assist Jesus’ blood in my cleansing? If perfection is required, failure is my companion. Perfection was Jesus’ mission, not mine. Belief in what He did for me is required, not “Look how much I have done for you, Jesus.” I sin, but it drives me to the one who remits it. If I thought my prayers paid for my forgiveness, I would be a fool. My gospel would not be good news but one rewarded with damnation. I don’t fear dying because I know who walks with me through that valley. I am not afraid of judgment because I will not stand there to remind Jesus about how faithful I’ve been, but rather praise Him for how gracious He is. I will not look at my achievements, but glory in His. He takes away fears and gives peace! He is my focus, not me!
“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” (2 Timothy 1:7 (NKJV).