Brutal tyranny. We can be harsh, cruel masters to ourselves. God has been reshaping me and my identity but I’m realizing, it’s a marathon, not a sprint.
We’ve been working through Romans in my Sunday school class and I keep getting hit with the idea of ‘no condemnation’. My head gets it… my heart is taking longer to understand.
The last few weeks have been throwing me under the bus. I’m realizing, it’s not so much pressures that other people place on me, (don’t get me wrong, it’s there), but it’s what I’m putting on myself.
For the most part, I am my harshest critic. I give something all my effort, and it fails and I rip myself into the dirt. I grasp onto condemnation and claim it for myself. Satan rejoices.
Condemnation alienates us from God. It steals our identity, and cuts us away from our hope. We are orphaned and too ashamed to ask for the love we crave. I love how the Message describes it. “With the arrival of Jesus, the Messiah, that fateful dilemma is resolved. Those who enter into Christ’s being-here-for-us no longer have to live under a continuous, low-lying black cloud. A new power is in operation. The Spirit of life in Christ, like a strong wind, has magnificently cleared the air, freeing you from a fated lifetime of brutal tyranny at the hands of sin and death.”
It’s like a fairytale. Jesus sweeps in, saving us from the tyranny of living under condemnation. We aren’t doomed, we have HOPE. So why are we so eager to claim the lies?
Doesn’t it all come back to not knowing who else are? Loved. Treasured. Safe. After all the things I’ve broken, I still get to hold my head high because I AM CHOSEN. Not because of what I’ll accomplish, but because of who I am.
And the mess ups, the brokenness that I hate and cry over and wish I could forget. Do I really think I understand more then God? Out of the most shattered parts of you, He grows the most captivating plans. He’s already given me faith. I only need to claim and hold onto it.
This is nothing more then your daily reminder to be kind to yourself. Stop obsessing over the past. The most beautiful things in life will grow from the failures you hate so much.