I rarely cry over movies, television shows, babies, weddings, etc. Things rarely push me to the point of tears anymore. I was a cry baby when I was a teenager. Anything and everything set me off; but nowadays, it’s rare for me to go over the tear abyss. I figured I did enough in previous years to make up for the rest of my life.
But it happened yesterday. In church.
It wasn’t something from the message. It wasn’t some deep theological thought that suddenly popped up and enlightened all the swirling, convoluted thoughts in my head. Instead, it was the basic message that I’ve heard since I was a child. We sang parts of an old hymn that I’m sure many of you know and remember:
What can wash away my sins?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
The words hit me like a freight train. For months, I’ve been studying and trying to reconcile all sorts of Biblical doctrine in my mind. Everyone has an opinion about everything in the Bible. Everyone has a different perspective about everything. You ask one question, and you’ll get five answers. Each individual swears they are right, and they’ve got a book to back it up. I’m tired of not knowing the answers myself, so I’ve been on my own truth quest. It’s a weary one, and it’s not for the faint of heart. Many things I’ve always believed are being challenged. I desire the truth. God’s truth. Not mankind’s truth, not culture’s truth, not the world’s truth, not a certain teacher or church’s truth, but God’s truth. I know there is Truth, and that Truth is in God’s Word.
But in this search for the Truth, in this search to figure out who was right and who was wrong, I forgot the most basic message of all: Jesus Christ came to this earth to die for us. He came, so that we can have fellowship with Him. He came to cleanse us from our unrighteousness. He came to be the ultimate sacrifice for us, a people who didn’t deserve anything other than death. We have no merits, nothing worthy to deserve the death of a perfect Being; and yet, Christ, out of love, came to redeem the people He created; He came to redeem our divisive, hell-bent, sin-ridden selves.
The message shook me. He shed His blood to wash away my sins. Mine. A selfish, stubborn, underserving woman. All because He loves me. He is the only One who can make me whole again. He is it. Nothing else. Jesus Christ is the answer to everything. He is the reason for everything. He is the reason I live today. He is the Truth.
He humbled himself, took on flesh, and died, so that I could be cleansed and made whole.
So that you can be cleansed and made whole.
That is powerful. I will continue to search for God’s truth in His word, but I have to remember my foundation. Christ is all I need. I will never fully grasp everything, but I know His blood cleanses me. I know He is the only one who can make me whole. I know I need Him to cleanse me. If I don’t hold fast to that, then all the other truth won’t matter much at all.
I praise you and thank you, Lord. Thank you for your sacrifice. Thank you for your blood. Thank you for your love.
Who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God, a thing to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. – Philippians 2:6-8