I wake up in a weird panic sometimes.
I recommit myself to Jesus and pray for his mercy and forgiveness.
Something hits me squarely in the chest at night. Maybe it has something to do with the darkness.
There’s a lot of “us” versus “them” lately, no matter the particular issue. No matter the particular side.
What I feel in every inch of my being is that there are no good guys. We are all God’s people, created in His image.
And we’re all fallen creatures that will only come to see God when we submit our lives to Christ Jesus.
There is no such thing as all ways leading to heaven. There is only one way.
Don’t be fooled.
And this is why my heart spins in my chest sometimes. We’re getting closer to the end all the time. And there’s so much to do. And I will never ever measure up.
But my God takes me in His arms, and I can finally breathe again.
Because when we repent and we seek His solace, there is no “us” versus “them.” It’s only a damaged people yearning for a good, good Father.Tweet
And a good, good Father who will weed the bad from the good, an act of judgment that was never originally intended for our fragile human hearts.