“You seem perfect,” said someone to me recently, “Like you’ve really got it all together.”
Cue shock and amazement that my lil’ old self can EVER come off that way, even for a short period of time.
In fact, 50% of the time I feel like a gigantic mess of a human being. It used to be 90%, so I’m OK with that!
I too often lose things, trip over my feet, lack discipline and self-control, pout, choose comfort over kindness and generally live on a constant emotional roller coaster.
Whether the people around me see it or not, I can be incredibly selfish and overwhelmingly controlling.
Thankfully, my hope is not rooted in who I am or what I have done but in this man named Jesus who came to save me from my sins (and the world, for that matter–John 3:16 and the entire New Testament testifies to that).
Frankly, I wish I were perfect for His sake. But I am not. I have no way to earn His approval. I am simply not good enough. And yet! He loves me and accepts me. His strength is made perfect in my weakness.
He is enough, even when I feel like a gigantic mess of a human.
Through His power, I daily can make the choice to live a godly and joyful life. Of course, I fail to do so sometimes.
Then He finds me. He corrects me. I repent, and He is quick to forgive.
What’s more, He so often restores what had been lost in my folly.
We have failed. We have fallen. We are SAVED by the GRACE of a great God who sent His Son.
This season, may we as Christians be authentically honest about our failings. Only then will we be able to show that the reason for our hope is not any inherent goodness we have, but God’s inherent goodness which abides in us as believers through the power of the Holy Spirit.
May Christmas always remind me–and all of us–that while we are not perfect, we are REDEEMED. We are LOVED. We are JUSTIFIED. And we have HOPE, through Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior.