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Today, as I was trying to help a little 7 year old find a baseball glove that worked, I realized that somewhere along the way I got old. Not old in the way a thirty year old would read this and chuckle that I call myself old, or the way a fifty or even seventy year old would read this and probably laugh audibly. I mean old in the way that I reminisce at starting baseball, oh so many years ago. Old in the way that retaining a somewhat athletic physique becomes increasingly harder (though the daunting age of 25 is still a few years away so I'm okay....for now). Old in the sense that the Transformers movie took me back to my childhood, not "oh this is something new." Old in the way that I remember what was going on when kids who are graduating high school this year were born.
I say all this to set up this question. Why, if I realize I am getting older, do I still feel like I have so far to go in the "race" that I am running called Christianity? Yes, I know, what an ever increasingly overused cliche analogy. What with the marathon-not-a-sprint sermon that occurs once a month and is the "Christian" t-shirt of the century. Seriously, though, I feel like I've barely busted out of the chocks and I think I might already have skinned my knees on the track a few times. In a race, one fall and you're pretty much doomed. Sure, I know the truth that I'm a complete failure on my own, God's grace covers my sin because of the work of Christ, and I must find rest by abiding in Christ. Yet I find that my sin nature loves to use those facts against me and cause me to fall in love with doing nothing. Instead, finding faith in future grace should cause me to fight all the more against my own sin and hate all that dwells within me that is not being transformed by the power of Christ.
I have studied and fallen in love with justification to the degree that I might have forgotten about sanctification.
"Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord!" Romans 7:24-25a
I say all this to set up this question. Why, if I realize I am getting older, do I still feel like I have so far to go in the "race" that I am running called Christianity? Yes, I know, what an ever increasingly overused cliche analogy. What with the marathon-not-a-sprint sermon that occurs once a month and is the "Christian" t-shirt of the century. Seriously, though, I feel like I've barely busted out of the chocks and I think I might already have skinned my knees on the track a few times. In a race, one fall and you're pretty much doomed. Sure, I know the truth that I'm a complete failure on my own, God's grace covers my sin because of the work of Christ, and I must find rest by abiding in Christ. Yet I find that my sin nature loves to use those facts against me and cause me to fall in love with doing nothing. Instead, finding faith in future grace should cause me to fight all the more against my own sin and hate all that dwells within me that is not being transformed by the power of Christ.
I have studied and fallen in love with justification to the degree that I might have forgotten about sanctification.
"Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord!" Romans 7:24-25a
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