Wednesday, October 21, 2015

The Two Beams that Build a Bridge



You sit across from each other.

Two hearts tiptoeing around the fragile places you know might crack if bumped into just right.

He. She. This person God placed in front of you needed an ear. Or two. And the tiptoeing heart across from you bumps into its fragile place, and it cracks. From the crack, truth flows.

You now see a chasm between you. One gaping chasm you never thought you’d peer into.

Truth sticks its beam straight out. Reaches out to you. Across to you from that heart that cracked. Reaching across that gaping hole.

And that tiptoeing heart of yours wants to reach right back and meet that truth. To connect with it.

And build a bridge.

Your heart asks what it can extend in return. What beam can you stick straight out across that gaping hole? What will connect to that truth and build a bridge?

Grace.

Grace meeting truth builds bridges.




One Man was full of grace and truth. He connected with fragile, cracking hearts.

He knew how to build bridges.

He extended truth and grace. He reached out grace to truth. He reached across the gaping holes to tiptoeing hearts and built bridges.

Two beams build a bridge.

The sturdiest kinds are those built with grace and truth.


“The Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory,
the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth.” (John 1:14)



Monday, October 5, 2015

Casting Deadly Doing Down


A young girl came to Charles Spurgeon one day, distraught because she wasn’t sure she was saved.

She struggled with assurance, concerned there was something she should feel or do.

Spurgeon told her to write the words “I do not believe in Jesus” at the top of a piece of paper.

He then asked her to sign the statement.

Knowing she could never sign a statement like this, this young believer went away rejoicing, never again to wonder if she belonged in the family of God.

She believed Jesus died for her.

He did it all.

By faith, she knew there was nothing to do but rejoice and be awed by His finished work.




A hymn by James Proctor addresses those, like this young girl, who are burdened by doubt.

Nothing, either great or small—
Nothing, sinner, no;
Jesus died and paid it all,
Long, long ago.

“It is finished!” yes, indeed,
Finished, ev’ry jot;
Sinner, this is all you need,
Tell me, is it not?

When He, from His lofty throne,
Stooped to do and die,
Ev’rything was fully done;
Hearken to His cry!

Weary, working, burdened one,
Wherefore toil you so?
Cease your doing; all was done
Long, long ago.

Cast your deadly “doing” down—
Down at Jesus’ feet;
Stand in Him, in Him alone,
Gloriously complete.

Too often we want a feeling. A work to do. A sense that we had a part.

When Jesus said, “It is finished!” He was telling us that “God is satisfied.”

We can rejoice in the satisfaction of the God who could have poured out His wrath on you and me, but poured it out on His Son instead.

We can cast all “deadly doing down.”

It is finished.


How much more shall the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered Himself without spot to God, cleanse your conscience from dead works to serve the living God?” (Hebrews 9:14)




Click here to listen to "It is Finished!" (a lesson in the series on "The Words from the Cross").