God. Our. Sins. Paying. Everyone. Life. The greatest story ever told
that’s hardly ever told. God. Yes.
God. The maker and giver of life.
And by life I mean any and all
manner and substance. Seen
and unseen. What can and can be touched. Thoughts, image,
emotions, love, atoms and
oceans. God. All of it his handy
work. One of which is
masterpiece. Made so uniquely
that angels looked curiously. The one thing in creation that
was made with his imagery. The
concept so cold. It’s the reason I
stay bold, how God breathed in
the man and he became a living
soul. Formed with the intent of being infinitely intimately fond.
Creator and creation held in
eternal bold. And it was placed
in perfect paradise til something
went wrong. A species got
deceived and started lusting for his job. An odd list of complaints
as if the system ain’t working
and used that same breath he
graciously gave us to curse him.
And that sin seed spread
though our soul’s genome. And by nature of your nature, your
species, you participated in the
mutiny. Our. Yes. Our sins. Its
nature inherited, lack in the
human heart, it was over before
it started. Deceived from day one and lead away by our own
lusts. There’s not a religion in
the word that doesn’t agree that
something’s wrong with us. The
question is what is it? And how
do we fix it? Are we eternally separated from a God that may
or not have existed? But that’s
another subject. Let’s keep
grinding. Besides trying to
prove God is like defending a
lion homie, it don’t need your help, just unlock the cage. Let’s
move on how our debt can be
paid. Short and sweet.
The
problem is Sin. Yes. Sin. It’s a
cancer. An asthma. Choking out
our life force. Forcing separation from a perfect and holy God and
the only way to get back is to
get back to perfection but silly
us, trying to pass the course of
life without referring to a
syllabus. This is us. Heap up your good deeds. Chant, pray,
meditate but all of that of course
is spreading colon on a corpse.
Or you could choose to ignore it
as if something don’t stink. It’s
like stepping it dog poop and refusing to wipe your shoe and
all of that ends with how good
is good enough. Take your silly
list of good deeds and line them
up against perfection, good
luck. That’s life past your pay grade. The cost of your soul you
ain’t gotta big enough piggy
bank. But you can give it a shot.
But I suggest you throw away
the list cause even your good
acts are an extension of your selfishness. But here’s where it
gets interesting. I hope your
closely listening. Please don’t
get it twisted. It’s what makes
our faith unique. Here’s what
God says is Part A of the gospel. You can’t fix yourself. Quit
trying it’s impossible. Sin brings
death. Give God his breath back.
You owe him. Eternally
separated and the only way to
fix it is someone die in your place and that someone gotta
be perfect. Or the payment ain’t
permanent. So if and when you
find the perfect person, get him
or her to willing trade their
perfection for your sin and death in. Clearly since the only
one that can meet God’s criteria
is God. God sent himself as Jesus
to pay the cost for us. His
righteousness, his death,
functions as payment. Yes. Payment. Wrote a check with his
life but at the resurrection we all
cheered cause that means the
check cleared. Pierced feet,
pierced hands, blood stained
son of man. Fullness forgiveness free passage into
the promise land, that same
breath God breathed into us
God gave it up to redeem us.
And anyone and everyone. And
by everyone I mean everyone who puts their faith in trust in
him and him alone can stand in
full confidence of God’s
forgiveness. And here’s what
the promise is, that you are
guaranteed full access to return the perfect unity. By simply
believing in Christ in Christ
alone. You are receiving life. Yes.
Life. This is the Gospel. God. Our.
Sins. Paying. Everyone. Life.
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