...So why does Jesus love me?
Well, Sara's recent posts about "The Basics" have got me thinking. There's an assumption I've noticed that runs rampant in the church, and it kind of confuses me. It seems to fly in the face of scripture, yet it's a very common attitude. It goes like this:
"I am a really horrible person. I mess up a lot, and I think bad thoughts. I'm a wretched scum of a sinner, and my heart is desperately wicked. It sure is nice of God to love me anyway."
I disagree.
Let me just make one thing clear upfront: I am not in any way trying to make the case that I'm somehow sinless. I just think the way in which we look at ourselves needs to be adjusted.
The bible is pretty clear about certain things. Sin is one of them. It's like a disease, and everyone is infected. Everyone. Some seem to have it worse than others; some seem to only have a touch of it--but the kicker is that it only takes one tiny germ to infect you, and the diagnosis is death.
Fortunately, there's a cure. Not a vaccine to ward it off, but an injection that will wipe the disease out of your body. Sounds great, right? So a couple thousand years ago, this guy Jesus walks around offering this cure to people. People that knew they were really sick and knocking on death's door came to him, and he gave them the cure for free. But there were other people who didn't like that. They'd been exercising and eating extremely well for years to keep the illness at bay--and telling other people
that was the best way to live-- and here Jesus was giving the really sick ones a free cure!
So, now here we are, all these years later, acting mostly like the second group of people. We take our vitamins, we exercise, we eat a lot of salad.* Because we don't want to get sick. We know we are sick, and that we will die, but we like to pretend to everyone else that we are fine, just fine. Yet, when we talk about it with each other, the first thing we do is talk about how
ill we are! "Boy, I sure am sick," we say to each other. "I am on death's doorstep! Thank goodness there's a cure that will keep me from totally kicking the bucket."
Seriously, this is how we talk about sin and ourselves. We have a cure. We want to look healthy, but perversely, we also don't want anyone to think we're TOO healthy. Am I exaggerating this? We have this duality about grace. On one hand, we try to live very good lives. We keep our checklists. But the minute we mess up, we moan about how fallen and sinful we are. Talk about extremes!
Imagine coming face-to-face with Jesus after receiving his cure and lamenting to him how sick we still are. "But, I healed you," he would remind us.
"I know," we would moan, "but I'm still sick!"
"That's not who you really are," Jesus says. "I'm making you well. It make take some time for the medicine to come into full effect, but you ARE cured. You're not sick. You're
well."
We are WELL. We spend a lot of time focusing on our flaws and failures, and that's not what Christ sees in us. Sometimes scripture talks about our transformation in the
past tense; other times, in an
ongoing sense. The point is, to God, we are changed. So why don't we see ourselves that way??
Once upon a time, God made man and woman in his image. He bestowed on them great glory and responsibility. That glory was diminished through the fall, but it was not destroyed. For God never gave up on us, but pursued humanity throughout the ages. Why? Because we were worthless?
Proponents of the Pro-Life movement like to use
Psalm 139 to remind us that God formed us in the womb. If that's true, then why don't we act like it? Why don't we apply that same logic to ourselves, and remember that he lovingly knit us together, just the way we are? He designed us for a purpose, each of us. Yet the common refrain amongst Christians is how utterly wretched we are.
Yes, it's important to be aware of our sin. Like David in the psalms, let us cry out to God to
search our hearts and root out the bad. But let us also end as he does,
focusing on God and his redemption of us. Let us say with Paul, "I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me." (Gal. 2:20) Let's not focus on how bad we are anymore. That's not the truest thing about us anymore--our redemption is.
This isn't being proud, it's being humble--because we know that we didn't bring about our own healing. It wasn't by eating well and taking vitamins that we got ourselves better. It was the heavenly cure, given freely to us. Not grudgingly, in spite of our sickness, but because
He loves us and wants us to be healthy.
God loves us! He has healed us! Grace is a joyful thing! It is the good news that we carry into the world. There is a cure for this disease, and it's living in us. It's making us whole and well. Sometimes we will have a coughing spell or lapse into a fever. But we're not the diseased ones anymore. We're
well, and it's time we started living like it.
*This analogy does not mean I have anything against eating well, taking vitamins, or exercising. In fact, they are valid ways of taking care of the body we've been given. It was just a handy illustration.