The Mistaken Rivalry of Faith and Works

“But be ye doers of the Word, and not hearers only…But the one who looks into the perfect law, the law of liberty, and perseveres, being no hearer who forgets but a doer who acts, he will be blessed in his doing…Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this:  to visit orphans and widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unstained from the world.” James 1:22-27

Spending Christmas in the Upper Peninsula with our family!

This passage weighed on me heavily as Grayson and I made our 6-hour trek up north to his parents house in the U.P. for Christmas week. I was reading through a book by Richard Stearns, President of World Vision, entitled “The Hole in Our Gospel”. Stearns creates a very compelling case for the strong tie, even dependency between faith and works. When I picked this book off the shelf from Half Price Books the week before, I was a little skeptical and apprehensive, thinking it may lean a little bit too far on the side of the argument that works are necessary for salvation, and in doing so make little of faith. I assumed this because of the prominent position the author holds in a compassion ministry. I was wrong. I was glued to the pages as I read of stories and cases of extreme poverty and injustice, that which robs the gospel of its opportunity to breathe the life of Christ into billions of people around the world. Each page built an even more compelling case in my heart for the necessity to marry faith and works as the strongest offense we have to bring the Gospel to a hurting and helpless world. Instead of lessening faith and highlighting works, as I had expected, Stearns instead shows through Scripture the harmonious marriage between faith and works. He traces back in history how this “Faith vs. Works argument” began, and how Scripture depicts a wholly different truth:  faith and works, together in harmony, build a whole Gospel message.

“Do you want to be shown, you foolish person, that faith apart from works is useless? Was not Abraham our father justified by works when he offered up his son Isaac on the altar? You see that faith was active along with his works, and faith was completed by his works; and the Scripture was fulfilled that says, 'Abraham believed God and it was counted to him as righteousness'—and he was called a friend of God. You see that a person is justified by works and not by faith alone.” James 2:20-24

“Yet we know that a person is not justified by works of the law but through faith in Jesus Christ, so we also have believed in Christ Jesus, in order to be justified by faith in Christ and not by works of the law, because by works of the law no one will be justified.” Galatians 2:16

I can see by these two Scriptures why some Bible critics conclude that the Bible is contradictory. I would think the same, reading these, in ignorance, side by side. However, as I read through the first passage in James, I began to see the beautiful picture, and the intricate design, in which God has woven together faith and works to create a whole Gospel. “You see that faith was active along with his works, and faith was completed by his works.” They are harmonious, working alongside of each other to create for us a most effective tool in reaching the needs, both physical and spiritual, in order to share the good news of Christ to eager and receptive hearts.



Zeke sharing a morning cup of coffee with Grandma

One thing I love about our Christmas with Grayson’s family is a time when we all sit together and share how God has blessed us in the past year, and what He’s been doing in our hearts. The hope of Christ has been a thread of truth God has been weaving into my heart these past months. Especially at Christmastime, I was able to tie together the hope we find in Christ to that little baby in a manger. A child so tiny and innocent, mimicking any anticipated behavior of a newborn, yet holding so much hope—so much assured expectation.

“And behold, you will conceive in your womb a son, and you shall call His name Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. And the Lord God will give Him the throne of His father David, and He will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of His kingdom there will be no end.” Luke 1:31-33

These thoughts came just soon after the elementary school shooting in Newtown, Connecticut, of which I wrote about in my last post. I thought about all of those parents whom, upon holding their newborn child in the hospital, had such great aspirations for all their child would become. None of those parents dared even begin to think that their little one would be taken from them so soon. Surely each parent believed they would outlive their son or daughter. And so in light of these events I was thinking about Mary. I thought of her holding her precious new son, and likened it to my first time holding Ezekiel. Eternality promised in a newborn babe, in Jesus Christ. Because of the promise of His everlasting kingdom, I have that same promise for my own children—that they will live in eternity with their Maker, their Savior. One little baby some 2000 years ago made it possible for my little babies to have hope. And so I have hope.

This is the hope we have to pass on to a lost world. These two truths—the hopelessness of our world, and the hope we find in Christ, were working heavily in my heart as I considered them in light of each other the past few months.

“For by grace you have been saved through faith. And that is not your own doing, it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast. For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works.” Ephesians 2:8-10

Zeke sledding with his Uncle Mitch

Our works will never save us. If they could, there would have been no need for Christ to come. There would be no need for His blood. Our works, however, are disgustingly insufficient to save our souls, no matter how many good works we do.

Biblical works are not the deeds we do to merit favor with God. They look nothing like the begrudging church nursery worker puting in her time for the month. They are not the man sitting in the pew throwing an extra bill in the offering plate when his wife nudges his ribs. They are not our feeble attempts to gain a salvation through charity, church attendance, or a display of fruits of the spirit. No, Biblical works are the very commands of Christ.

"A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.” John 13:34-35

Biblical works are at the heart of every true believer seeking to follow His Lord. Caring for orphans, loving his neighbor, whom in this globalized world is next door or across the ocean, setting the captives free, loosening the chains of the oppressed, meeting the widow in her affliction. Biblical works are showing the very love of Christ to this world with every opportunity we are given, as well as seeking out further opportunities to do so.

"But if anyone has the world's goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God's love abide in him? Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth." 1 John 3:17-18 

And so let us not toss works out the window, for works indeed have their place in our faith—they complete it, giving a perfect picture of God’s intent of our mission in this world—to glorify Him and make Him known. This is done beautifully and effectively as our faith in Him is manifested through the good works He does in and through us. That’s just what works are—a manifestation of our faith. Faith and works do not oppose one another, fighting for the greatest place of prominence. No, they work in harmony together to show this world the great love of God for His creation—each soul on this earth.

And so what do I do with this? This has been my question for weeks. How do I become a doer rather than a hearer only? I pray. I pray that God will do this work in me, fashioning my own heart to His, that I may see the hurt and the need of this world, loving each person as He does, meeting needs that I may then be given an opportunity to share the Gospel. This is all rather vague, I realize. But I am praying for specifics. There are things which God places in my heart, a vision for His plan, that I know I must keep at the forefront of my heart and mind. One of these is His heart for the poor and orphans. And so I read. I read His Word and other books that I may continue to learn, and that the burden of these hurting people may remain of high priority in my heart. It is my job to keep this vision prominent, now that God has given it, and I challenge you to do the same. Seek Him. Seek His plan. When He reveals it, pursue it with great fervor that it not escape you. Do not be caught doing nothing in the “wait”. Yes, wait for details and opportunities, but in the meantime, do. He has already given us such clear directions in His Word. Be ye a doer of the Word.

On the Problem of Evil

My sister came to visit and bake Christmas cookies with me on Thursday. She and I are both fairly new to motherhood; myself in just 17 months, and her only 4 months with my baby niece. As we took a lunch break from our rigorous baking, she and I discussed  the rather extreme and irrational fears mothers have for their children. Everything from dreams to quick glimpses of dangers surrounding them at the park, the market, and the zoo. We agreed that although they are rather extreme and sometimes a plague, they have their place in helping us to identify dangers around our children that others may not see, enabling us to protect our little ones from harm.

The very next morning 20 children were shot to death in their elementary school in Connecticut, and an additional 22 children were slashed by knife, although not killed, in China.

I thought at first to not write about this. I fear giving any publicity to these monstrosities, for that is surely what the attackers desired. However, I have found for my own sense of sanity, I have to think these things through. I told my sister Andi on Wednesday that I have had to stop reading the news, for the fear it invokes in me for my son. However, with attacks such as these, to this extent and toward such a target as these attackers had, I must process through them. My husband is not on Facebook, and so the only news he heard of the shooting in Connecticut was the text he received from me, and what he caught on the radio during his 10-minute commute home. Last night I recounted to him the various details I had read throughout the day of the attack. I felt bad sharing with him such devastating news that he had been spared from throughout the day, but it made me realize something about myself--I must talk it through, lest it kill me inside.

"For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline." 2 Timothy 1:7. I heard someone point out recently, concerning this verse, that fear is indeed a spirit, but not one we are subject to. Much like temptation, lust, anger, pride, jealousy, depression, and confusion, these are all things that we have put away with the old self.

"Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come." 2 Corinthians 5:17

We put away fear, for we belong to the One who has overcome all fear, and all evil which lies behind our fears. We overcome in Him!

"For everyone who has been born of God overcomes the world. And this is the victory that has overcome the world—our faith. Who is it that overcomes the world except the one who believes that Jesus is the Son of God? " 1 John 5:4-5

"What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who is against us?  He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him over for us all, how will He not also with Him freely give us all things?  Who will bring a charge against God’s elect? God is the one who justifies;  who is the one who condemns? Christ Jesus is He who died, yes, rather who was raised, who is at the right hand of God, who also intercedes for us.  Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?  Just as it is written,

“For Your sake we are being put to death all day long;
We were considered as sheep to be slaughtered.”

But in all these things we overwhelmingly conquer through Him who loved us.  For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers,  nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. " Romans 8:31-39

 

 

 This is what I wrote in my Gratitude Journal this morning:

 

"My children are safe. In a world of uncertainty and evil, they are protected in the hand of their Maker. At time this is not enough assurance for me. As a mother I want a complete guarantee of their safety and well-being; that no harm will befall them.This is my falter, my own lack of faith. Is He not big enough? Is He not able? Did He not love them first? Has He not already secured victory over evil? He is and He has. My children rest secure in His arms."

 

Evil surrounds us. Not because God is not caring; is not loving, as the world supposes. He is in actuality the very essence of love, seen in the sacrifice of His very own son, His only son, to redeem us out of this evil life and ultimately out of an eternity of unimaginable anguish. Why, then, would He allow 20 children to be shot to death? Why would He allow someone to slash 22 little boys and girls with a knife? Is He cruel, or simply distant? No, it shatters and tortures His own heart more than our own, for He created those little ones simply so He could know them and be near to them. God hates evil. Yet here it is, evil, right in front of us, and not only on the dark days of these attacks, but every single day.

 

"Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of His might.  Put on the full armor of God, so that you will be able to stand firm against the schemes of the devil.  For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places." Ephesians 6:10-12

 

 

God does not cause this evil, for He is only good. Evil is not His problem, it is ours. We welcomed it, we embraced it, and so we must suffer from its consequences. God is just, and so He will not simply "excuse" it, He must see its punishment through to make things right. God is also loving, and so He provided the one way--the only possible way--for us to escape the punishment of evil--He sent the only One Who could take the punishment away from us, placing it upon Himself, bearing our own penalty upon Himself--this is Jesus. He is just, He is loving, He is perfect.

 

In our finite minds, these atrocities are too much to wrap our heads around, and fear creeps in to consume us, fear of what we cannot control. I rest secure only in the truth that Christ has conquered, and He is the One who created and loves my children more than I will ever fathom, far more perfectly than I will ever be capable of loving them. I cannot claim to completely understand, but knowing God's love is enough. His love is sufficient, and in it--in Him--I rest secure.

I am blessed in the midst of monotony. I have so much to take hope in. When all seems the same yet another day, I take comfort knowing all that I have to anticipate. When I hit a wall, and all is stagnant; no progress made, no motion at all, I take heart, I take joy in all that the Lord is doing.

 When we feel only stuck, I know the Spirit is at work. I trust that He is unrelenting. In the time, in the process, in the wait is found unmeasurable growth--preparation. Difficult to see, as it is, while we are in the midst of it, I know it is God's tool in our life. I am certain that He is unrelenting. He will continue this work, even when it seems as though all work has ceased. In the wait there is progress, there is motion, there is hope.

At times the time itself is our darkness. As we think of what we originally planned, thought to be the way it should go, we almost laugh now, in fact we do. Oh, what we though we knew. What we didn't know. What we have yet to learn. The learning requires the wait.

Our desire is an ocean away. Held up in a whole different culture, another world where certainly great darkness awaits us. Romanticized as it is at times in our minds, this distant land, another life of adventure, there lies the challenge--the biggest, most difficult challenges we have yet to face. There in that whole new land, existent now but not yet our reality, in that land lies a darkness we cannot fathom, one we can only imagine to the smallest extent. That which we long for will be our great discouragement. We've been told this, we've been warned. Our adventurous spirits, our excitement drives us to press on and overcome.

We know, however, that adventure is short-lived; excitement evaporates with circumstance. We will overcome only through Him Who overcame. He is unrelenting, our Savior. With our without us, He will save souls. He was unrelenting as those closest to Him forsook Him--turned their backs and betrayed Him. He was unrelenting as blood spilled from his wrists, His forehead, and finally His side. He was unrelenting when His greatest darkness overtook Him, when His own Father turned away. He is unrelenting still, desiring that His greatest sacrifice will not go without cause, but that those He came to save will be saved indeed. With or without us, He is unrelenting.

We only pray He grants us the grace that we, also, may be unrelenting to see this work done. Unrelenting in the wait, to know Him more, and see those here come to know Him more. Unrelenting here, or in a distant land, unrelenting wherever He has us to make His name known. To have the same spirit of boldness--His very Spirit of boldness which the apostles in the early church prayed for and received.

"And now, Lord, look upon their threats and grant to your servants to continue to speak your word with all boldness." Acts 4:29

May we be unrelenting in this prayer.

"...and they were filled with the Holy Spirit and continued to speak the word of God with boldness." Acts 4:31

May He be unrelenting in pouring out His Spirit.

"And with great power the apostles were giving their testimony to the resurrection of the Lord Jesus, and great grace was upon them all." Acts 4:33

 

May He be unrelenting in pouring out His grace as we wait and as we go--as we speak His name.

 

 

 

"So, what do you think about Mother God?"
Grace, the young Korean woman who had approached me in Barnes and Nobles stared at me in expectation, awaiting my reply. I recognized the look in her eyes. I could attest that I hold the same look in my own eyes after I share with someone the good new of salvation in Jesus alone. A deep longing to be understood; that your message will be heard and embraced.

"I do not believe in a Mother God." I said it so matter-of-factly; no quiver in my voice, no doubt. Only confident in what I know to be true. She looked shocked. Deflated. "Even after this verse, about the Spirit and Bride...?" I countered, "I believe this verse is referring to the Church." I did not blink. Her eyes, however, dodged back and forth between the pages of her Bible, the one she knows with such familiarity. The same Bible, in fact, that I read. Only her study is undermined by a great influence of false teachings.

"What about these verses?" She was growing frantic. I would not budge. "I believe that is an improper interpretation." She looked at me with dismay. She was distraught, even, that after an hour and a half of investigating the Scriptures together, I did not see her "truth". I almost felt for her, recognizing that discouragement, knowing it myself when, after telling someone about Jesus every way I know how to, still they do not believe.

"What about Jesus?" I kept bringing it back to Jesus, realizing that from the very outset that this--He--is of secondary importance to them; to Grace.

I posed another argument:  "You are saying that, since God has to come again to earth, as Mother God, to bring salvation, then Jesus was not enough." Her eyes brightened, as though she had the answer. Another answer to the arguments she was surely scripted to oppose. She was well studied in false doctrines. "Oh yes, Jesus was salvation to those who believed in Him, but only during the "time of Jesus". Now we are in the "time of the Holy Spirit". We must now believe that God is coming to earth again, as Mother God, to bring us salvation."

I looked her square in the eyes, sure to gather her full attention. "So, Jesus was not enough?" She steered the conversation elsewhere.

"So, let me ask you then," I broke her from her mental script and agenda once again. "If Mother God has to come in order to bring salvation, do you, right now, in this moment believe that you are saved?" I had struck a chord. "Yes. Yes I am saved through practicing the Passover." The Passover. Ah, so Jesus is not enough, then.

What is so different between Grace and Myself? In the end, we were both unsuccessful in convincing the other of our message; of "selling our truth". Is it all relative? The difference is that Jesus is sufficient. He is enough. We need not add to His Gospel; not another god, not another way to be saved, not a system of works. We mustn't.

"This Jesus is the stone that was rejected by you, the builders, which has become the cornerstone. And there is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.”" Acts 4:11-12

Grayson put it well as we drove home from Barnes and Nobles, and I recounted to him my conversation with Grace. "When you take Jesus out of the picture, you can make the Bible say whatever you want, it doesn't matter. Without Jesus, nothing matters. Satan wins when he can convince someone that Christ is not preeminent. If Satan can convince someone that Christ is unimportant, then he can convince them of anything."

"He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. For by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created through him and for him. And he is before all things, and in him all things hold together. And he is the head of the body, the church. He is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in everything he might be preeminent. For in him all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of his cross." Colossians 1:15-20

Right before my conversation with Grace ended, I asked her if I could pray with her. She sat in shock for a moment. "Pray? Here?" I remained calm. "Yes, if that's alright. If you are comfortable with that." She collected herself. "Well, we pray in the new name of Jesus." I smiled. "Well, would it be alright if I prayed in Jesus' name?" She looked sheepish; uncomfortable. "No...we don't do that."

In Jesus' name, show Grace Your truth.

"If your schedule doesn't allow time to be with God and draw on His strength, then rework your priorities and make a new schedule. The old one is not working." -Stormie Omartian, Power of a Praying Wife

I find that Christians, speaking generally, have set up a legalistic system. There is an unspoken rule that we must spend time daily with the Lord. "Quiet times", or, "Daily devotionals" must be squeezed into our already buzzing schedules. Nifty little books promise the best return out of only a small time commitment. "Start with just 10 minutes a day, then slowly increase your time", we're instructed. Oh, Church, when did spending time with our Lord become to us so burdensome? Is He not the One who takes all of our burdens upon Himself? Is He not the one who instructs us to cast them all upon His shoulders? How, then, has that in itself become such a burden?

I would compare it to a desire of physical health. We know it is "good for us". However, we also know it beseeches us for our time, entreats us for sacrifice, implores from us maybe a little more than we are willing to give. After all, we assume there will be challenge. There may be even a confrontation of unhealthy habits, and a requirement of change.

"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28

Yet we are too labored, too busy, too weary, too tired to come to Him. 

 He who made such a sacrifice to make possible our coming to Him. He who shed His own blood, tearing the veil that separated us from God. He who made possible our access to boldly come before the throne of grace, and to find mercy and grace to help in time of need. It is He who we find a burden.

 

"Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the holy places by the blood of Jesus, by the new and living way that he opened for us through the curtain, that is, through his flesh, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, with our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water." Hebrews 10:19-22 

 Oh that my heart would echo the cry of the Apostle Paul's in proclaiming, "More than that, I count all things to be loss in view of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them but rubbish so that I may gain Christ" Philippians 3:8

Without Him, all is loss. Nothing matters. Daily I must draw from Him my strength. Apart from him I am no wife, I am no mother, I am no friend. Apart from Him I have nothing to offer. I must cast my burdens upon Him, my Shelter, my Refuge, my Strength. 

He has freed us! Let us not place ourselves again under a law, a guilt-laden mind game we cannot win. And let us not lose heart, or punish ourselves if a day goes by that we do not open His Word. Rather let us use it to learn just all the more desperately we need His Truth in every area of our life. Let us simply draw near with true hearts to the One who has made possible the way to do so.

Today was a very proud day. At the end of the service at our church, our pastor asked all of the mothers to stand so that they could be recognized. Today I stood.

My first Mother's Day has left me reeling, relishing and reflecting on how blessed I am. Today I stood, yes proud. Proud because I have the most adorable, hilarious, handsome, precious, sweetest, wonderful son on the face of this earth (I may be a tad bit biased).

However, more than proud, I was humbled to stand. Even more than proud, I am humbled to be a mother. I have been given such a gift, such a privilege that I do not deserve. I am nothing, yet God gave to me a son. A precious, unique, one-of-a-kind, brilliant creation of His own. A child whom He loves more than I ever could. God has entrusted this child into our care. I am greatly humbled.

"And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that having all sufficiency in all things at all times, you may abound in every good work." 2 Corinthians 9:8

"I thank Him who has given me strength, Christ Jesus our Lord, because He judged me faithful, appointing me to His service" 1 Timothy 1:12

God has enabled me for this great task known as motherhood. He has greatly provided everything I need to carry out this ministry He has gifted to me. He has provided a leader for me in Grayson, one to lead with grace and wisdom. One to help, support, and encourage me. One to bounce ideas off of. One to share the laughs, joys, and tantrums with. One to embark on  this incredible journey of parenthood with. He is not just a father by biological means. Grayson has become a father in every sense, a man of God whom I am proud to call the father of my child. Watching him interact with Ezekiel--teaching him, laughing with him, reading to him, I realize that God had a hand in picking this man to be Ezekiel's daddy.

God has equipped me with a phenomenal model of motherhood. My own mom. A woman after God's heart. A woman of strength. A woman who has shown me what it means to respect, love, serve, and adore the husband God blesses us with. A woman of such love, compassion, creativity, and passion. She is fun! She nurtured me as I grew, and encouraged me to pursue the Lord with fervor. My mom is a hero of mine, this is for sure. In her I find the kind of mother I aspire to be.

And, one of the benefits of marriage (yes, benefits!) is that I find myself now with another mom! She may have only come into my life a short 4 years ago, but she has played, and continues to do so, such an astounding role in my life. Her passion to serve the Lord and love her family inspires me. She and my father-in-law raised such an incredible man, my husband. They raised him to love the Lord. For this I am forever grateful. I would ask no more from God in a father and mother in law. He has blessed me so greatly with the privilege of calling them family.

God has equipped me for motherhood through His Spirit and His Word. He bestows grace upon me each day. Yes, I become tired (quite often, chasing around a ten-month-old!) but I never tire of caring for Ezekiel. Christ gives me strength for each morning, and every evening. Yes, some days are more trying, but His grace is sufficient. His mercy is over-encompassing. I am never begrudging of this task. No, I am humbled that God has set this great responsibility before me. I am not always patient, but His patience makes up for my lack. Every moment I need it, He is fully willing to supply. I am not happy every moment, at every turn (hard to believe, I know, with this bundle of joy!), but I am always joyful. Christ has given me great joy. Joy abundant in His provision, His salvation, and the ministry He has trusted unto Grayson and me to raise this little boy to love and follow Him.

"May you be strengthened with all power, according to his glorious might, for all endurance and patience with joy, giving thanks to the Father..." Colossians 1:11-12


I realize that this day is not a joyous one for all. For many, it is indeed a day of celebration. However, for others it is a day of mourning. I consider those who have lost their mother. I think of those, even those quite dear to me, who have lost a child, whether in the womb, or even after holding their little one. I think also of those with a great desire to become parents, but have not yet seen their desire fulfilled.  I cannot begin to understand the depth of this grief. I won't even attempt to relate to their hurt. However, I can attest to the magnificent, sufficient grace of our God. The God who heals. The God who mends. No, we don't understand these overwhelming adversities, but we cling to the One whom we know is good. He loves us. He knows our pain, no matter how deep. This I am certain of. 




"And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us." Romans 5:5

"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds" Psalm 147:3

"Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give it to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid." John 14:27

His grace is sufficient. He is enough in grief. He is enough for our every need. He is enough when He has called us to a great task. For me, I depend on His sufficient provision each day. Every morning, when I awake to that little boy across the hall calling out for me to rescue him from the confines of his crib, I say a little prayer. "Lord, give me grace for this day." Only, it is not a little prayer by any means. I need Him. I need Him desperately. I need Him to equip me, to enable me, to love me so that I can love. I need Him so that I can be a wife and a mother. I need Him so that I can be a follower of Christ. I need Him. I need Him. I need Him.

I am not worthy, yet Christ has saved me. He gave Himself for me. He died for me! I am not worthy, yet He counts me worthy. I am not worthy, yet He has blessed me beyond what I could ever ask. I am not worthy, yet He is good. He is so very, very good. He has given me hope and a future. He has given me not only eternal life, but abundant life here on earth. That abundant life is so evident in His blessings. My husband, my son.

Today in church I stood. I stood because I am a mom. Mommy. A dream always in my heart. A dream realized on July 18 2011, when a precious little boy was born. When first I laid eyes on him, the surreal reality of the moment overwhelmed me. I was thoroughly overtaken, enough that I could not grasp that the tiny little being whom the doctor handed to me was mine. Mine. Ezekiel Grayson Lynum. I am so humbled that God would give me this gift. He would give Grayson and me this responsibility. Yes, He loves us. He loves us indeed.

"And when Pilate saw that he was accomplishing nothing, but rather that a riot was starting, he took water and washed his hands in front of the multitude, saying, 'I am innocent of this Man's blood; see to that yourselves.' And all the people answered and said, 'His blood be on us and our children!'" Matthew 27:24-25

"His blood be on us and our children!" They proudly condemned Him to death, embracing responsibility for His crucifixion. They wanted His blood on their hands.

"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."

It was not their work to claim. Their proclamations of "Crucify Him, crucify Him!" did not pound those nails through His flesh. It was Christ's own doing, His act of obedience which brought Him to that dreadful, blessed tree.

Because of His sacrifice, today I may proclaim, "His blood be on us and our children." His precious, perfect, priceless, saving blood be lavished upon us, covering every part of who we are, that when the Father God looks upon us, He sees not our sin, but Jesus' blood. His own blood, without fault or blemish, poured over us saving us to the uttermost, rendering us complete in Thee. His blood freely given, that we may freely receive, granting us complete victory in this life and a full eternity in His presence. By His blood we are purchased. Some 2,000 years ago the crowd sought His blood, shouting "His blood be on us and our children!", condemning Him although He was perfect. Today I may make the same proclamation, "His blood be on us and our children!", only mine is not a scorn, but a plead. I rejoice in the blood poured out to cover a multitude of sins, covering us and setting us free.

"This is the blood of my covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins." Matthew 26:28

"Unto Him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in His own blood." Revelation 1:5