It’s Easter Sunday, and I’ve been thinking about a lot of
things.
Well, one specific thing, really.
Today during worship, my pastor said, “Only through the
Resurrection can we take a blemish of regret and turn it into a badge of
glory.”
It’s a beautiful thought, no? Our pasts are wiped away.
Because of Jesus’ ultimate sacrifice, we no longer have to be held in
everlasting contempt for our sins.
But my pastor was trying to make a different point. He was
challenging those of us who have already been redeemed and washed clean to LIVE
a life of victory because of the resurrection.
In other words, are we living each day of our lives in light
of God’s glorious forgiveness and overwhelming grace through the miracle of
Easter?
Are we looking at our pasts as something to display God’s glory
through, or are we still hiding behind it as a hindrance to freedom and new
beginnings?
He referred to Romans 6:1-14, and the first few verses
jumped out at me.
“What should we say then? Should we continue in sin so that
grace may multiply? Absolutely not! How can we who have died to sin still live
in it?”
Heavy stuff.
“How can we who have died to sin still live in
it?”
Oh, but I do. Every day. Looking back on the last few months
of my life alone, I can see millions of moments where I not only lived in sin,
but wallowed, bathed, and dressed myself in the grime of my own selfishness. My own pride. My own lust.
Christ has died for these sins! He has already paid the
price to erase them from my life! So why do I continue to live as if He has not
been victorious over the evil side of my soul?
It’s so utterly convicting.
So on this Easter Sunday, I challenge you to look at your
past. Look at it and truly realize the reality of Christ’s cleansing power through His
resurrection. Begin to live your life in light of His victory over your
sin. It’s already been wiped clean.
Take your past, your shame, your darkness…and turn the
blemishes of regret into badges of glory.
Because in His eyes, they’ve been
just that all along.
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