Fear was my response to the notion of the returning King. I feared the return of the One who loved me most. I cowered at the thought of my life being exposed. I was a good kid, but I was far from perfect. I had skeletons in my closet. I had shame. I had guilt. I had hopeless hope.
Many decades later I have been through scarier events, and I have grown more comfortable in the grace of my Savior. I have learned that the shame, guilt, self-deprecation, fear, self-loathing, and uncertainty are common but not faithful responses to personal failure. I have come to understand the hope I have in Him and not me. He is my returning Redeemer-King.
I now look forward to the day that the One who knows the reality of who I am will come to take me home. I now live looking to the sky, awaiting the return of the One who knows me and loves me still. I now proclaim with the early church, "Lord, come quickly!" I now embrace that which once scared me. I await the return of our Redeemer-King! I am ready! Come quickly, Lord!
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