What we focus on, we ultimately become.

It’s a little sad when anti-sin messages heavily outweigh pro-Jesus messages in the church.

An “Anti” message will always be a weak shadow compared to a “Pro” message.

 

The old system under the law of Moses was only a shadow, a dim preview of the good things to come, not the good things themselves. The sacrifices under that system were repeated again and again, year after year, but they were never able to provide perfect cleansing for those who came to worship. If they could have provided perfect cleansing, the sacrifices would have stopped, for the worshipers would have been purified once for all time, and their feelings of guilt would have disappeared. (Heb. 10:1-2)

We are simply called to preach, the GOOD news.

Simply Jesus.

The blood of Jesus was enough. This is what makes Good Friday, good.

If we don’t acknowledge this and still pointlessly try and fulfill the law in our flesh, it’s like we are stuck in Thursday.

And there is no life there.

When Jesus died he said,

“It is finished.”

“It” not just being the process. “It” being everything in history starting from the fall in eden, up until that point.

The old system.

He killed death in that moment, but what else did He kill along with it?

Endlessly striving to “be holy.”

Condemnation.

Guilt.

Not feeling good enough.

The need to sacrifice in order to “appease” God.

We are dead to these things, in Christ. Freedom is already yours. Reach out and grab it.

Here is a poem I wrote awhile ago called “Bad Friday.” (Sorry to disappoint, it has nothing to do with Rebecca Black)

It illustrates how stupid it is to try to add to what Jesus already did.

(Sometimes, you just need a little sarcasm to illuminate the misconceptions and be free.)

Bad Friday

Let me drag you down from the cross
I am strong enough, i have built my strength
Let me dip this sponge in some old wine
and try to quench your thirst
I watched you give everything for me
and I flat out said I didn’t know you
So please, just let me make it up for you

I want to give you back the 30 shekels that was wasted
I will get revenge for you, don’t worry
you will receive the reward of your suffering

You must need me
You must want me
to put on a red cape and try to fly
You must expect so much of me
After all, you died

Your kids are dying and no ones rescuing
Your teens are sinning and no ones stopping
the filth is everywhere
I can smell it and it makes me sick
But I am yours
I am not like them
I better get up and work while there is still time

You must need me
You must want me
to pull out my light saber and fight
You must demand everything of me
After all, you died

We are running out of time
It’s their will be done,
on earth, as it is in hell

Wait, what’s that ripping sound?
Does anyone have a sewing kit?
I can fix the curtain in your house,
I can fix the world, I am sure of it

It’s burning and all’s I can see is the fire
So let me train and prepare for war
I thought you said you were enlisting me
Isn’t that what you whispered, before you took your last breath?
Or did I misinterpret?