Christ died for me yesterday. At least yesterday is the day we celebrate and remember his vicarious death. For me. For us. I believe this fact, it changed my life. But I don’t believe because it changed my life. Truth is not made true because an experience makes it true, truth is true because God authors truth. For that I am grateful, otherwise my life would be one pursuit of truth-backing-experience after another.
There is no truth that can top Christ’s vicarious death for me. God’s wrath was satisfied in His Son’s death. Christ atoned for my sin in His death. Peace and goodwill can flow freely because of the death of our Savior Jesus. I say that in light of more good news.
I was accepted to grad school yesterday. I am amazed at the goodness and provision of God. I have desired to go to Multnomah for years. And years. My few unfinished undergrad classes stood in the way of my pursuit of the desired MDiv. I’m ecstatic.
I began to ponder this, why am I more excited about getting accepted to grad school than I am over the death of Christ? I haven’t come to any solid conclusion yet other than it is still evidence of the idolatry in my heart that God needs to weed out. For this revelation I am grateful. I want Him to have no less than all of me. And I know He will keep working until He does. He began a good work two thousand years ago. He will continue the good work. Until the good work is finished. That, indeed, is good news that makes for a Good Friday.