The reality is this, as a child, no one originally taught me how to do bad, how to be bad. There was something innately within that insisted on leaning towards “no” whenever authority I.e. Mom and dad said “yes”. And honestly, I loved it! This rush of joy in striving to be this independent person, liberated from anything and anyone that tried to get me to do whatever it was I didn’t want to do: sharing my toys, telling the truth, obeying my parents, loving others in a way that didn’t benefit myself, not taking the cookie when I was told no more because I didn’t have dinner yet, I mean, u get the point, observe a child or think back to ur childhood lol.
Growing up, if I’m honest, I increasingly got worse, in my opinion and my mother’s lol. Sexual desires were introduced at 11 and I acted upon them. I thought of and mastered more clever ways to do what I want and not get caught: sneaking out, drinking, weed, staying places I had NO business staying, cursing, bitterness, anger, jealousy, sex, desiring more and more riches, fashion, beauty, but was led to depression and hostility. I had a high opinion of myself, because I was on the honor roll, because my parents didn’t live in the hood, because I got everything my vain little heart can imagine. I looked down on others who didn’t even measure up a little bit to my brains, abilities and social economic status. And u know what? I wasn’t ashamed to tell people what I thought of them cuz, “I’m just keeping it real.”
And at the very same time, you would think I would believe life was sweet for me. It was very strange…because it wasn’t. During the moment of spending my passions, I’m not going to lie, there was a thrilling high! But it was only a moment. I would eventually sober up from every drinking party. The sex would eventually be over and there was still no committment from the guy, and if it was, that too was short lived and filled with mad drama. No dude really loved me the way i had always imagined love would be and what I felt I was entitled to. Someone always had better grades than me, better clothes, a newer car, a prettier face etc. Nothing really satisfied.
So my conclusion, do more, get more, chase more. The result: an unwarranted pride, depression, anger, people pleasing, more sex, more heart ache, contemplations of suicide, pain, hurt, tears. Life just sucked man. At the end of the day, life sucked. That’s all there was to it.
And can you believe, inspite of this crazy description of myself, I judged myself to be a good person! Lol!! Please name one good thing in all I said…mission impossible.
Truth is, even if I didn’t do half of the stuff I named, if all of my thoughts and intentions from the day of my birth to now, were displayed on a big screen for the world to see, I and you would be horrified, hurt because I murdered so many people in my mind, I have felt mad hostility towards people, I have been a backbiter in my mind, I have slept with mad men, and thought other things that I dare not even mention on this post. I mean, if that would ever happen, I would find the end of the earth and jump!
The status is, in light of the story of my life, no one is far removed from God’s grace. Why do I believe that?
Because when i was 18 years old, I was in my freshman year of college, one of many low times in my life; it was weird, my conscience was sooo bothered my…me! I had this sense of, I’m wrong. Everything about me is wrong. It was no longer comfortable to be me. I felt condemned. I had this awareness of God in all His perfection and me, standing before this morally perfect being. Life didn’t make sense. I started questioning the purpose of my existence; of anybody’s existence. I wanted out. But simultaneously, I didn’t. I still wanted to do me without this cloud of guilt over my head. I wanted to do me, to be me, without feelings of emptiness, without drama and caos following me.
Everyday I cried and yearned for an escape. I was involved with 2 men at the same time trying to find escape and freedom there. But the more and more I rebelled against my conscience, the deeper into depression I fell. I remember the last time I slept with this guy, I was utterly confused because prior to that i made a vow to myself that i wasn’t going to do it again. A week later, I’m waking up in his bed. It was then that I knew my problem!
I am a sinner!!! I can’t stop thinking and doing wrong! I just can’t!
I went home for winter break, the issues of life followed me there too. Now I’m just desperate! I’m desperate to find the one that can save me from myself, from life, from my sin. My best friend invited me to this concert where people my age were filled with this weird joy. They had this sense of freedom from this life. They looked to something, someone outside of themselves for…everything. I was hungry for bread and water and they were satisfied by this Living Bread and water, and I had to have Him!
Jesus Christ! God! My creator and none other. The true and living God. The One Who in His righteous judgments, require righteous from me. And the just penalty for sin is death. And without the shedding of blood there is no forgivenss of sin. I knew that I had committed sin, and therefore only I could do away with by paying the penalty for my sin. But here was my delimma, I CANT do away with my sin! I can’t! I tried to be a good person, and I can’t. I tried to change my ways and i couldn’t. And even still, God is perfect! I’m not good enough. I already spent 18 years of my life in rebellion! I cannot satisfy God’s righteous requirements! My disobedience condemns me before a righteous God! And I’m captive to sin! It is humanly impossible to free myself from sin! A divine rescue is necessary! I need a Saviour!! (mahaney)
Jesus became altogether lovely to me that night. My sin, he bore on the cross in His body facing the wrath of the Father, as if He sinned, tho He didn’t and cannot because He is God. He humbled Himself, taking on the nature of man, that He may identify with man, and became obedient to the point of death, death on the cross. God died for me. More than that, He took the penalty I deserve and earned. He satisfied the righteous requirements because they are His own requirements and therefore rose again. He defeated death, sin and Satan and returned to heaven where He is now, bidding people to come and behold His glory!
He saved me that night! I came for life, and He gave me Himself, life in Him. A sinner, saved by grace. I heard the good news of Jesus Christ, counted all things in my life, my own life as trash in comparison to knowing Christ. I saw my sin, hated it, turned to the only One that can save, and threw myself at His mercy. I mean what else could I have done?
From then on, my mark in life has been, “I’m a sinner saved by grace! I hate my sin! And God, Christ is altogether lovely! I have no hope in this world and in the judgement to come to all who live this life as if God were not God. I have no rights. I have no goodness apart from God. I have no life apart from the One who created all things and to whom belongs all the power and glory and honor!”
Amen
If He can save me, dear friend, you are not too far removed from His grace!
Won’t you turn from your sin, and receive the Christ!