No condemnation
N.B.: This post will make no sense to you if you’re not a Christian, it’s just not that easy to explain in a snippet. (Just ask me.)
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So I’m running. Displacing the air around me, surging upward and onward, and I tell myself I’m in control. Renewed zeal, nothing to war with in my life. I’m desensitised to the world around me bar my iPod, and the cadence of my strides.
And then, through Mark Driscoll, I’m being rightfully rebuked from so many different angles while pacing like a wannabe-harrier, through suburban streets in the evening breeze. His Word pierces me inside, and my priorities in life are unceremoniously realigned, much like a bouncer realigns a drunken soul. Pick it up. Fling him into oblivion.
And just when I’m about to stop running and collapse on my knees (and that’s not because I’m tired)…
… it begins to pour down from the heavens.
Gentle, comforting rain. Rain shy of cats-and-dogs, more like that Laser Eye Surgery TV ad…
But rain so beautifully on cue.
And then this urbane tinfoil voice, a spokesperson reading from God’s Word, strikes a gentler tone and reassures this broken Christian wheezing along Sunderlands Rd…
… “And therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Jesus Christ.” [Ro 8:1]
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Thank you.