Pretty sure I’ve written on this subject before, but it can be revisited.
I was a terrible father. Did everything wrong. A terrible husband, terrible leader, terrible Christian. I was and am ashamed of all the mistakes I made.
Or so the enemy whispers (sometimes shouts) in my ear, my heart, my soul.
Do you feel this way sometimes, maybe lots of times?
The apostle Paul said in Romans 8, “There is therefore now no condemnation.” How is that even possible when I know perfectly well that I am RIGHTLY condemned. I am guilty.
Paul also said that he was the worst (1 Timothy 1). Shoot, he spent most of Romans 7 talking about not being able to stop sinning.
Guilt is universal.
So how can we believe that there is no condemnation? How can anyone have the temerity, the nerve to say there is now no condemnation?
In Christianity we talk about getting to heaven and facing the “judgement seat”. The idea is passed down that we will stand before Jesus and be shown a “movie” of our lives, with the whole world watching. When I think about that and remember so many of the the things I’ve done, even as a little child, I wonder how I will ever face this event.
Then it comes to me, I’m just going to look at Him. I think I can handle what anyone thinks of me, including myself, if I just look at Him.
There are artists who have depicted Jesus on the judgement seat, stern, cold, disappointed.
But in light of the CROSS, and Romans 8 says, “there is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ,” I think all I will see is love. All I will hear is, “this one is mine.”
And that’s where I should be looking now. The voices of condemnation don’t heal. Even the overwhelming guilt doesn’t lead me to repentance. You can’t pay for what you’ve done, the ripples go far beyond our reach.
Stop looking at you. Keep looking at Him.
And tell the voices to shut up.