I can remember the first time I heard the gospel. By God’s grace, the mental furniture had been arranged in such a way that I had a clear sense of what my sin deserved and what lengths Christ had gone to in order to atone for it. In those first moments after my conversion, I don’t think there was anything I could imagine withholding from Christ. I understood what so many other Christians came to see: the King of kings loved a sinner like me by humbling himself to become a man who would serve me even in his death (Philippians 2:3–8). We would be happy doing any job in his service. Make us under-rowers in the great fleet of Christ, just as long as we are on his boat!
For a variety of reasons, this zeal and instinctive contentment can be eclipsed by a preference for personal comfort. Soon enough, the roles of service God calls us to can be turned inside-out, becoming burdens rather than the blessings he intends. We can experience this when we consider the sacrifices God requires of men and women in their distinct roles in the home and the church. Instead of embracing the
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