"There’s a great quote by Martin Luther in the sixteenth century. He had a church that he was the pastor of and some came to him and said, 'Pastor, why is it that week after week after week all you ever preach to us is the gospel?' – implying that 'we’re ready to move on to something else. Certainly we know this by now.' Luther’s response was, “Well, because week after week you forget it, because week after week you walk in here looking like a people who don’t believe the gospel. And until you walk in looking like people who are truly liberated by the truth of the gospel, I’m going to continue to preach it to you.” And, until his dying day, he did."I was sitting in church yesterday, and during one of the last songs it was as if God was right there next to me, reminding me that it's not my good effort that makes me right with him. I know this already. I do. But I don't live like it. I need to be reminded of this everyday it seems. Our pastor's wife shared in service, too, about being released from performance. So many times our identity is caught up in how much we do or how successful we are. Thank you for the reminder, O Lord, that our identity is in You. Thank you for doing the work on the cross.
I woke up this morning with the Shane and Shane song lingering in my head. Listen here if you get a chance: "God Did" by Shane & Shane. This song is very powerful. I love the line, for what the law could not do, God did.
God Did
Growin’ up I overheard
All the grown ups sayin’
You better be prayin’
And sayin’
All the right little things
At the right little times
And I had it down
At least on the outside
I’d put my best side forward
I could smile with the best
And dress like the rest
Of the messed up church folk singin’ a song
Are you sitting down
With all your sin and shame all stored up
Are you ready to live
For what the law could not do
God did
Could it be that morality
Got the best of you and me
Got us thinking
That we’re on the brink
Of a drink of the cup that’s all filled up
With the cross havin’ even a little to do with us
It was His day
It was His way
To the glory of His grace
Took our disease
Enough to please
The Father of lights
To bruise Jesus
Maybe do’s and don’ts
Were made to show
How much we do
And don’t ever make it
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