Do you ever feel like a failure? Especially when it comes to God? I can tell you, a lot of the time, I feel
like I have failed God. Take Lent, for
example. I go into Lent every year with
good intentions. I want to pray, fast, immerse
myself in scripture, spend time with God.
But, for some reason, I am a complete failure at it. Maybe that is the point.
I’m sure you’re thinking, “What in the world is she
talking about?”, but I assure you, I have a point to this. I recognize my shortcomings. Do you?
If you are anything like me, then you do recognize your failures and
shortcomings. I’m saddened by the fact
that I have no willpower, that I allow other things to influence what I spend
my time doing, that I don’t spend the time that I should with my Savior.
But read this:
Hebrews 2:14 – 18: “14 Since therefore the children
share in flesh and blood, he himself likewise partook of the same things, that through death he might destroy
the one who has the power of death, that is, the devil, and deliver all those who through fear of death were
subject to lifelong slavery. 16 For surely it is not angels that he helps, but he helps
the offspring of Abraham. 17 Therefore he had to be made like his brothers in every
respect, so that he might become a merciful and faithful high priest pin the service of God, to make
propitiation for the sins of the people. 18 For because
he himself has suffered when tempted, he is able to help those who are being
tempted.”
See that? Jesus had to come to this earth to defeat my “slavery”. My slavery to material things, my slavery to
self, my slavery to others. He did the
same thing for you. Jesus came to “make
propitiation” for my sins, for your sins.
What does propitiation mean? Propitiation means “the turning away of
wrath by an offering.” That is what God
sent Jesus to do for us. He sent Jesus as
an offering to cover our many sins.
So, yes, I feel
guilty for not being about to fully surrender myself during the Lenten season,
for being a failure. Yes, I feel guilty
for not spending time with God in prayer, scripture study and
supplication. Yes, I feel guilty when I
break every law He has told me not to break.
But, Jesus is there for me. He is
there to be my intercessor, to be my Savior, to be my defender. And, he can be the same for you.
In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev'ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live.
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow'r of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand.
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev'ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live.
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow'r of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand.