I remember teaching
faith and living by faith when I first came to know Jesus. There was never
any doubt, for myself or my wife, that faith moved the hand of God. We
experienced Gods love and provision in our lives and saw it manifest in the
lives of people around us and today there is no difference.
I remember hearing
"Name it and claim it" and "Blab it and grab it" from
"religious" people. People who insisted that God's will for us was to eventually fulfill our needs solely on our religious
track record. Penance and lack were the only real avenues to God.
Preaching that God is testing us, leaving sickness and lack to cause us to "suffer" for Him
while singing "Amazing Grace."
They continue preaching
each Sunday that, somehow, suffering would cause Him to love us more. Some
still hold to this position, some even preach that very same message each week and their
church's are emptying.
Coming to
the astonishing truth of God's grace and realizing the consequence of that
grace, Gods unmerited forgiveness and love, brings with it the same (type of)
response. "Oh, you're one of those 'grace' people (used to be 'one of
those faith people') who preach Grace." "Don't you know you're giving
people a 'license to sin'?" To which, my usual answer is, "I never
needed a license to sin." "Where can I pick one up?" "Does
that license protect me from punishment or the outcome of sin better than the
cross of Jesus Christ?" "How much is this license?" "Was it
purchased for me or do I get one at the DMV?" "Does this license sit
at the right hand of the Father?" "Does it make intercession for
me?" "Does it remove my sin as far as the east is from the
west?" "Does it cause God to remember my sins no more?" "Is
it stamped in the blood of my Savior?"
"No?"
"Then
I don't need it, I'm imperfect and forgiven through Jesus through the grace of
God."
That, for
some anyway, usually shakes there thinking enough to see an opportunity for God
to unveil all that is associated with grace, and then, we usually hug each
other.
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