It’s the end of the year, the threshold of a new.
We’re weary from this, and hopeful for the next, pregnant at sunset.
“LAY DOWN YOUR DEADLY DOING (your deadly self analyzing and introspection that leads to condemnation and discouragement and your deadly self-discipline that leads to pride and Jesus-less self confidence.)” Wendy Alsup
“Yes, we must pursue obedience, but that obedience must always be cruciform, formed by Christ’s cross. We must seek to obey because of the cross, find the grace to obey because of the cross, and live free from condemnation whether we succeed or fail in light of the cross. The cross must be our only story, as Paul boldly proclaimed: “For I decided to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ and him crucified” (I Cor. 2:2).” (Elyse Fitzpatrick)
“Lay your deadly doings down
Down at Jesus’ feet
Stand in Him and Him alone
Gloriously complete.” (James Proctor)
“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” (Matthew 11:28-29)
“Christ’s words “come unto me” are not a call to do, but to stop doing. We are to rest in that which has been done. The gospel is far sweeter than many know.” (J .Boeke)
“[I]t’s the mature believer who repents of not only their sin but their righteousness.” (J.Jarvis)
Like many in the new year, I’m setting goals, I’m making plans. But in Christ, I am resting. Or like the father of Mark 9 cried out and said with tears, “Lord I believe, help mine unbelief,” I’m breathlessly saying, “I am resting, help my restless heart.”
In Christ alone, my hope is found.
When God looks at me, He sees this oft-impatient mother just as if I’d always responded in gentle, patient love toward my children. When God looks at me, He sees my jealousness over a friend’s success just as if I’d wholly rejoiced in God’s gifts to her. When God looks at me, He sees me, the one with hatred in my heart–that murderous sentiment, just as if I’d willingly loved and lain down my life for the one toward whom the animosity burns. For when God looks at me, He sees my filthy-ragged righteousness not as my own; He sees Christ’s righteousness. He loves me just as if I’ve never sinned. He hears my prayers just as if I were His Son standing before him. That’s what I’m resting on.