I thank God for a Christ who gives not only first and second chances, but sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth, and well, “70 x 7” chances. I thank God for a Christ whose love transforms me over time. I thank God for a Christ whose blood-stained brow and nail-pierced hands tell me that I’m never beyond the reach of God’s grace. I thank God who even when I’m terribly distraught and choose to cope with it in adverse or sinful ways, He beckons me and welcomes me home.
That’s my God. That’s my Christ.
It was brother George Floyd’s Christ too.
Anyone is welcome to Christ’s table. We don’t get to choose who sits there. When you come to the Table, transformation begins. We don’t get to choose what another person’s transformation looks like. When you leave the Table, you join with others on the same road of discipleship. We don’t get to choose who walks that road. And when you fall, you get back up and press on, resting in the good news that we are called to faithfulness, not perfection.
For some this will always be the scandal of the gospel. For others it will always be the beauty of the gospel.
Justice isn’t complete until Jesus is Lord of it. All can find liberation when Jesus is King–the oppressed and the oppressor. Repentance is embraced, injustices are dismantled, and reconciliation begins because as love leads the way.
Sounds nice, I know.
There are those who claim to be Christian who don’t really believe this. At least not yet. You can see it in their words and actions. But I choose to believe it is possible. I’ll stay joined with others who believe the same and together we will work as if it is, and let the evidence of our actions be our witness. I hope you’ll find others who really believe it and do the same.
Excellent! Thanks, bro! I needed to hear this today.
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