Jansenism is still alive and well in America. Pope Innocent X might have condemned it and told Catholics to not embrace it, but many Prostestants and unbelievers today still practice some version of it. Once a week you can usually see some Islamic sect dancing and beating themselves with whips and chains (across their backs). Or, in a more dramatic fashion, you’ll see people repeatedly hit themselves in the forehead with the flat surface of the sword: until their head bleed or the migraine is unbearable.
I am a dirty rotten sinner saved by grace!
Yeah, weren’t we all at one time. But, that’s past tense now.
Unfortunately the church is still into control- we all are! If we can’t control it or someone, we don’t want to play the game. Sad! But the truth is, the church controls people through “sin management”. We’re reminded Sunday after Sunday about how bad, evil, and sinful we are. Catholics have it even worse. They can’t take communion without confessing sin. Confess sin, get a wafer. Confess more sin, get another wafer. You’d think our name was Pavlov.
Isn’t the message that Jesus brought about living a Kingdom life?
The old sacrificial system was done away with at the Cross. Have you not read Hebrews? Things are now BETTER! What the Muslims do, beating themselves physically, we do mentally and spiritually. Let me give you a marvelous insight- at least for me it is. I (we-you) don’t have to spill OUR BLOOD to get to God. God sent His Son to spill HIS BLOOD, for us! Can you say AWESOME and thank you God?
There is absolutely NOTHING that I can do to be worthy. Jesus has already done it. The deal has been made, the covenant ratified, and the gift of grace is there every moment of every day for us to unwrap and embrace. God is not out there and unaware of who we are: Jesus is in heaven, at God’s metaphorical right hand, reminding Him of what He, Jesus, did 2000 years ago.
How could, can anyone reject such love?
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Hunger
I am personally sunk, done in, and betrayed!
Have you ever gone to a movie and tried to figure out who the bad guy was, what was really going on? And then just before the end, all the pieces started falling together, and out of the blue comes this- BINGO! VOILA! Well, how ’bout that! That’s where I am in this season. It wasn’t all that sudden for me, it was more like a gnawing and growing sick feeling in my gut that I’d discovered this problem: I knew who was the problem, the bad guy.
Me! Me and my big mouth. Me and my hunger for the truth of God.
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