It bothers me that I seem to have lost my sense of dread. Or something. I am not supposed to be so right with God that I have lost my fear and trembling. When I step into the pulpit, I am supposed to be shaking in my boots that the Word I am about to speak applies every bit as much to me as to the least of these. I don't have that - not much.
It must be that I have become comfortable with the message. Not the message of the Word, certainly, but the message I have been drawing from the Word. I-Knew-I-Was-Right-All-Along stuff is easy to preach. Only; I wasn't.
I long for the Word to convict me. The gospel is at stake here, because if I am not convicted by the law, then there is no grace for me.
This Sunday there's that guy at the wedding banquet. He gets kicked out for not wearing a wedding robe. He just might convict me, because he just might be me. But then, if I read enough commentaries on who he really is, I might find out he isn't me; then I'd be safe again.
A wise seminary professor once said, "Read the Bible. It will shed a lot of light on the commentaries."
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The thing that keeps coming to mind with these verses is that God takes us as we are, but He never leaves us that way.
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