I am an exile - a sojourner; a citizen of some other place. All I've seen is just a glimmer in a shadowy mirror, But I know one day I'll see face to face.
There seems to be a sort of excitement rippling through the MB conference. The topic of atonement has not only been the focus of the last MB Herald but also been the key subject for a number of recent sermons at our own church. I'm not going to tackle the theological debate here, but I must express my joy.
I am nomad - a wanderer; I have nowhere to lay my head down. There's no point in putting roots too deep when I'm moving on; I'm not settling for this unsettling town.
The wagging fingers of Sunday school teachers, camp councilors, and even one Bible school prof., although fading in my memory now, kept me down for so long. It wasn't until a fateful baptismal class, almost 10 years ago, that I realized my assurance of salvation. The revelation that Pastor Brad provided me is still so clear to me today. The Great Error, of course, is thinking that I can save myself. I never actually thought it in those words, but I surely thought that my deeds would swing the eternal balance at any given moment, known or unknown.
My heart is filled with songs of forever- of a city that endures, where all is made new. I know I don't belong here; I'll never call this place my home, I'm just passing through.
Jesus is the only way. The ONLY way. I don't mean the hippie peace-out-dude only way. It is what HE did. Continues to do. My salvation isn't dependent on I've done, aside from accepting Jesus's exchange for me. Why did it take so long for me to learn this? Gah, what I've been typing seems so elementary, so foundational, but so many Christians don't understand this. And I sure didn't for a very long time. Praise the Lord we're talking about it now.
I am pilgrim - a voyager. I won't rest until my lips touch the shore of the land that I've been longing for as long as I've lived, Where there'll be no pain or tears anymore.
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Life is sometimes a bit like a trek through a desolate desert. It can be filled with the ordinary, the everyday, even the mundane. But there are oases - the ocassions when the splendid truths of God become clear, and we can just soak up the joy of those blessings.
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