The old hymn sings . . . “Grace, grace, God’s grace; grace that is greater than all my sin.”
The preacher says . . . “When you’re forgiven by Christ, you are forgiven – fully, freely, finally, and forever.”
For you are saved by grace through faith, and this is not from yourselves; it is God’s gift.
But the past, the old flesh in me says, “But you don’t know my story… you don’t know my secret.”
Guilt. Guilt, those lies the Deceiver craftily spreads throughout my mind and into my heart, he whispers in my ear.
Truth. Christ knows my story. Yes, every little detail – even the parts that I don’t want known. He knows the secrets I hide in the dark places. He knows because He created me. He knows because He designed me and He knows every bent of my very being.
On the Cross, He knowingly took my sins – those known and those secret – and He made my sins no match for His Grace. And the Cross shows how deep my sin goes, how impossible my circumstance is apart from His sacrifice for me. The shame, the pain, the ridicule, the disrespect, the hurt He endured . . . the very things my own sins have caused myself and others. His Grace took what I so deserve.
There is nothing on my own, absolutely nothing, I can do to save myself, to earn God’s approval, to get myself out of any pit of destruction – known or secret – I’ve chosen to put myself in. N.O.T.H.I.N.G.
Nothing but accept His gift of Grace and Mercy!
His Grace far outstrips anything I’ve done.
He knows my story, secrets and all . . . and He forgives me.
I am Forgiven. Fully. Freely. Finally. Forever.