Reflection on the message of Ptr. Jonathan Bradford
Jesus Unboxed : Jesus is the God Son, Worship Him
I have always seen Jesus as someone with great power, a supreme being. I would call Him the captain of my ship and sometimes even referred to Him as the moving force in my life. But when my life turned into a huge mess, I found myself face to face with the real Jesus. Coming to terms with the consequences of the countless sins I committed wasn’t easy. It was a fast descend from my lofty position and believe me when I say that seeing the ground come close to your face does not exactly paint a pretty picture. God was humbling me and what a humbling process it had been. As I spiraled downhill and my sins were confronted by a Holy God, I felt all sorts—shame, awe, guilt, remorse, wonder, fear.
What kind of love was it that could extend grace to a wretched one like me? I was in sheer awe! Yet another pressing question that came was, who was I thinking I could work my way around sin, mocking God’s sovereignty, feeling privileged to knock on His door on a whim and claiming His blessing? The gall of a creation to demand grace for sins perpetually committed against its Creator! I wanted His grace yet I insisted to live a life that called for His wrath. Until the day I had come to the realization that I was spiritually dead, separated from God and needed a Savior. I fell to my knees shaking and ashamed that I had reduced Him into just being a cosmic figure who I pray to when things were out of order and then forget about when things are going well. I suddenly felt small seeing how I had done disservice to His sovereignty and power when I trusted my own might and controlled things to fluff my ego. I had limited who He truly and actually is by magnifying who I was in my head—the center of the universe. In an instant, the blatant disobedience I had committed time and again made me feel small and guilty against an infinitely just and holy God. He is just, take my word for it, for I reaped the consequences of my sins. Yet He is full of grace that He withheld His full wrath when He searched and found my heart to be truly repentant.
As I stood at the foot of the Cross, I realized that my life ought to be lived like a life that is set apart. Many times until I meet Jesus, I will be convicted to counter flow and hate the world. It will be an unpopular choice. But it’s the least I can do for a holy, just and loving God whose grace is immeasurable. Today, I know I must decrease and that Jesus must increase. I seek to obey in faith and I shudder at the thought that I am still susceptible to reducing Jesus in my life. I pray I won’t. A life of genuine, sincere and heartfelt worship is the least I can do for a Jesus, the one who shed His blood for me.