There's nothing glorious about confession. Nothing heroic in admitting to the dirty corners of your heart. They (among other sin) are what make me a sinful person, a fallen creature. Apart from God, unholy. Its amazing when we get those momentary glimpses at what we really are - its disheartening. I wish I could forget them. Discard them, lose them. Its discouraging, but at the same time..it makes you a perfect candidate for God's grace.


Sometimes its hard to think of sin in you. You think you can count your sins on one hand. But sometimes there's this huge eye-opener into your person and you see all this dirt and you're kind of blown away by how human you are.


That is the gospel - God's undying love for you, Jesus' sacrifice and sufficiency and redemption for you, the Holy Spirit's presence and work and transformation in you. That is the good news. And it is good news, literally, in a very basic, simple sense.

It makes a beautiful and somehow...fragile, paradox, doesnt it? Ugly but beautiful, filthy but made pure, unholy but made holy, estranged from God but reconciled, a fallen creature made a new creation, depraved but redeemed...

His love is endless, immeasurable, priceless, unfathomable, inconceivable to humans. which is why faith is so important. but so slippery.

so we keep our eyes fixed on Jesus. because He is how it all makes sense. He is the bridge between us and God. the propitiation for our sin. the glorious and life-saving irrationality. He is our newfound logic, which defies all other earthly logic. "How deep the Father's love for us, how vast beyond all measure, that He should give His only Son, to make a wretch His treasure" who does that? who gives Jesus, the spotless pure beloved Son for wretches? thats us, the wretches. and we're His. all His.
it is truly how we know what love is.

mmm