Showing posts with label Salvation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Salvation. Show all posts

9/23/13

Overflow




 Emily Fridenmaker is a regular contributor at 'for we have rebelled.'
 You can find her at A Relentless Embracing of Good.


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We are not saved by works.

Let me say that again.

WE ARE NOT SAVED BY WORKS.

Jesus’ death on the cross and his capture of a sinner’s heart does that.

However, we as Christians are saved TO works.

When we trust in Jesus, when our present and future hope is in Him and all that He is, we get to experience the mercy that gives us not what we deserve (hell), but a relationship with the Creator that extends into eternity. We get to experience His gifts—gifts that we enjoy freely and that are far better than those a good dad would give to his son. We get to experience his love—His relentless, undeserved, perfect, entirely one-way love.

These are wonderful things and they are not meant to terminate on us.

Mercy, gifts, love, time, money...we get to experience these things with open hands.

None of these things belong to us, we don’t deserve any of them…God gives them to us in order that other people might see HOW GREAT HE IS.
We are stagnant consumers, taking what the church has to offer...
If the extent of our involvement in the working kingdom of Christ is saying a half-hearted prayer for someone and throwing a check in the offering plate twice a month, no one is seeing the tangible outworking of the Gospel in our lives. We are stagnant consumers, taking what the church has to offer but not loving it enough to live and speak the Gospel back into it. This can cripple a church. Because after all, the church is a body and we are a part of it. One does not function optimally or efficiently when part of one’s body is refusing to work. Giving of ourselves strengthens the Body as a community of believers that GENUINELY love and care for our brothers and sisters.

And lest we be deceived that works in the Kingdom are only for ‘others,’ let’s remember that reaching out to help is for us too. Giving of our money, our selves, and our time strengthens our faith and our trust in God—it brings about the realization that He will provide for our needs in all situations. It is vital for us to know in our heads and our hearts that nothing that we can do for ourselves, no amount of possessions or time can satisfy our need for a Savior. If this is true, then why do we cling so tightly to them, ignoring God’s commands and his people?

...it brings about the realization that He will provide for our needs in all situations.

When we are satisfied in Christ and totally experience His goodness, how could that goodness not overflow in our lives, reaching those in our communities?

What I don’t want to happen is for someone to read this and think, “Alright, now I just have to go do all these things and help this person and volunteer here and etc. etc. for Jesus!” The conclusion I hope you as a reader will come to is as we press in to Jesus, as He draws nearer to us, our hearts will begin to be broken by that which breaks his. We will love Him more, and in turn love His people more.

Ultimately, the thought I will leave you with is this: HOW can we possibly be saved and transformed by Jesus and the Gospel and not be motivated to follow his commands and love his people—people who are sinners….exactly like us.


James 2:14-17
What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can that faith save him? 
If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking in daily food, and one of you says to them, "Go in peace, be warmed and filled," without giving them the things needed for the body, what good is that?
So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead.

3/19/13

I need to scream it

I don't have an outlet. That is why I do this.

I have an unrelenting passion growing inside my chest, and  I do not know how to communicate it. I am not an artist. I cannot sing, I cannot play an instrument, write well, write poetry, paint, or draw.  I cannot creatively communicate what is happening in me, even though I feel a deep need to. I need to scream it.

I want to share it. I want everybody in the freaking world to know about it. I want everybody to see and fully understand what I am talking about. I haven't been able to do this, and it's been driving me crazy.

I have been given a gift. One that I did not deserve. I didn't go and accept a gift that was offered. I didn't go looking for a gift. I didn't fight my way through a horrific battle to get the reward at the end. I was just given a gift. It is hard and easy to explain.

Even so, I want you to know that it's not only for me, but also for you. Jesus didn't die just for me.

Yeah, that is what this is all about. That is my point. This is what it is all about, all the time. My mind is blown. My mind is changed, but I didn't change it. I didn't transform it. My heart is new. It is regenerated. It is beating. For the first time, I care. I care deeply and passionately about you.

Have you ever seen those videos? Those videos of open heart surgeries. The surgeons are working on this exposed heart, and it isn't responding. You can feel the tension and the fear in the room. The doctors grab these small paddles, and then place them on the heart. They send a strong electrical current through this lifeless heart. They hit it once. Suddenly--a flutter. The current reanimates a dead heart. It brings it to life.

This is what happened to me. My heart was dead--stone cold. I had nothing. One night Jesus reached down, wrapped His hand around my heart and squeezed. I felt life spring in my chest. I felt passion spreading through my veins. Jesus did something that I could not accomplish on my own. Jesus reanimated a dead heart, and brought life back to my soul. He alone did it. I didn't have anything to do with it. I didn't pray a fancy little prayer to make it happen. I wasn't extra good. I didn't go to church. I didn't do anything. I couldn't do anything. I was dead.

But now, I feel more alive than I have ever dreamed of feeling. I feel like shouting and dancing and screaming. I rarely think of anything else. I rarely care about anything else. I just want everybody to know that Jesus can bring life and joy.

I now realize that He didn't come to rob joy and take away everything that I loved, but instead, He just wanted me to know how to live. And now, I live. And now, I want you to know that you can live. Jesus loves you, and He wants you to know...He wants you to know that He is reaching to you as well. You can't run from Him and you will eventually realize that you do not want to. I am so full. I am so excited. I'm freaking pumped.