Your Opinion Of Me Does Not Matter.
Don’t get me wrong, especially those of you who know me in real life. I’m not one of those selfish sort of people who do whatever they want, say what they want, and don’t care how it affects other people. I know plenty of people like that, and that’s not what I mean by this.
So what do I mean by this? I mean that what you think of me, your opinion of me, doesn’t define me. Why? Because I’ve been defined by the God of the univserse. I can feel some of you rolling your eyes. “Oh, she’s preaching again.” But here’s the thing. I’m a human. I mess up. A lot. I make a lot of mistakes. And there are a few people in my life who hold mistakes over each other. I’m not really sure why. I think it’s to make themselves feel better about themselves. Like “Well, yeah, I lied to her. But she made out with a guy she doesn’t even know so we’re on the same level.” Well everyone, I’m sorry to break to it you, but we’re all on the same level anyway. You know what God said? He said that everyone who sins is worthy of DEATH. That’s right. The murderers, the liars, the cheaters, the thieves, the whores, we’re all on the same level. We’re all worthy of death. None of us should be alive. We’re born into sin. As soon as we’re old enough to think and act, we are sinful. But it doesn’t stay that way for all of us.
I’ve been forgiven by the very God that should be putting me to death. Let’s be honest. I’m ruining His creation. He created a beautiful, perfect world. And I’m part of the problem. I’m the reason that this world has turned into the horrible place that it is. It’s on me. But when I went to the cross and laid down at His feet, I admited that I’m a sinner. I’ve sinned on purpose, I’ve sinned without knowing it, I AM A SINNER. I’m a horrible, ugly person. And you know what? He said “You’re forgiven.” WHAT?! That’s it?! But how can the creator of the world forgive me for ruining His creation?!? He just does. And though every single day I do things that should condem me to Hell, His mercy is new every morning and he never stop forgiving. I guess that’s why it’s called grace.
One of my favourite pastors said this, from how he feels is God’s point of view: “There is no one who can condem you. I don’t. And if I don’t, no one can. Who will even bring a charge against you? You’re mine. What court could they possibly charge you in? Everything is MINE!”
I find so much truth in those words. The God of the entire UNIVSERSE doesn’t hold anything I’ve done against me. So how can a mere human possibly hold it against me? They can try. But it doesn’t matter. Which brings me here. A few days ago I was confessing some of my short-comings to two of my friends and one of my dear friends said to me “Yeah, you should feel bad about that!” It hit my heart for all of two seconds before I replied “I do. And I know it’s one of my faults.” What I didn’t say, but should’ve, is that it doesn’t matter. I’ve been forgiven by GOD, so why should I spend my life feeling bad/guilty about it? It’s over.
“Then the Holy Spirit of God whispered into the deepest part of our soul: I love you. WHAT??! ME?!?! But no, it can’t be me, God! Because I’m in the middle of homosexual relations! You can’t love me! Me?! I’m a drunk! How can you love me?! ME? I’m a reviler! ME? I’m a liar. Me?! I’m a religious begit! How can you love me?! And in that moment, where He loves us, right in that place, all of a sudden we go ‘I will chase You and persue You for the rest of my life. With every breath, with every cell in my body, I will persue You from this moment on.” And so we do.
