Blessed Assurance

"Blessed Assurance! Jesus is mine! Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!"

Sometimes the older hymns, though sounding outdated, offer the most beautiful essence of worship. Oh, what it would be like for this to be "my song," actually "praising my Savior all the day long." But here I am, crawling into bed to devote the last few minutes of my day to structured reading and prayer. It stings to read that. All day long I've been surrounded by true beauty, grace, and overwhelming love from my Savior, and how many times did I stop and thank Him?

I've been reading through 1st John this week, and I keep feeling so convicted of my sins. How many times daily do I scorn a coworker or friend? 1 John clearly states how sinful these simple thoughts and words can be (1:9, 1:11, 3:12). Sins are all equal in God's eyes, so who am I to mentally bash someone else when my list of bad deeds is a mile long?

Luckily, I have a great high priest who was beaten for me, who bled for me, who gave up every last breath so that I wouldn't be held accountable for my actions. He Himself absorbed the wrath of our sins (2:2). We can have assurance that if we believe in God, and live our lives for Him, not ourselves, that we will have a new life in Heaven (5:11)!

This should make me shout for joy every hour of the day. This should make me weep with thankfulness at every mention of His death. But, I am a sinner. I was born a sinner, but when I die a sinner, I will have been saved by grace.

I go to sleep tonight with the urgency to challenge myself to increase the amount I pray a day tenfold. I yearn to be able to recite memorized scripture. I desire to live my life as a product of reckless love and forgiveness. For how will the others know if they do not hear (Romans 10:14)?