Only God is good. Humans are all born liars. And if we turn towards God, wouldn’t He reject our paltry worship? Yet to try, and try again, is our fate. To obey a law fulfilled by sacrifice after sacrifice.
But we know God had a plan from the very beginning of creation, for He foresaw the probability of Adam’s fall as 50/50. At the right time and place, to the right people, He revealed his plan and Jesus was born -the Savior.
Salvation remains a mystery to some, as in these latter days, wealth / technology / sexuality lulls us that we may often temporarily believe (I mean act as and subconsciously assume) we are gods. Whereas in the old days, even traveling between towns was a cause for concern, danger lurked and stormy weather.
God was closer to the people he needed to protect for His plan to work where now everything is easy.
I once wrote that in these end times, a man blind to the Savior, deaf to His urgings is loved more than one who sees Jesus and hears Him in their prayers. So it came to be that God thru Messiah, bought the field with the treasure hidden in it. We are saved by Grace, but wait -what sort of man? Anyone around the treasure who steals not -he sees not as it is hidden -he walks thru the field with mundane purpose. Later he is told of the treasure and says yes, I passed it unknowingly. What brother do you think of it then? Good, came the reply -and such a man is taken to Abraham.
It is like a bridegroom to his wedding guests. Jesus told many such parables of the Kingdom. Why should He let in those who are without their wedding garment. Why should he acknowledge a virgin (even) with no light to show herself? It is those who are naked and lightless in the currency of the fallen world that are accepted over those who actually prepare knowingly. And I admit to being the latter tho instead of ensuring my Kingdom reward, I lay mine down along with my earthly rewards, that as Jesus did, I might take them up again.
In the end it is yet sacrifice upon sacrifice but with someone to take you no matter your imperfections. Grace.
Now to speak on Faith. Jesus said a grain the size of a mustard seed is enough to save a man. What can Faith be but a soft smile, a gentle way of speaking, a ‘you win’ attitude? Even less so -a simple minded acknowledgment of one’s own humble status, a dog under the table of God’s children. From that position, to be doing as the Spirit moves, being a shirt hung in the shade of hot noon, buffeted by the breeze. To know not, even care less, such a garment is put on by Christ and worn proudly in the Kingdom.
Salvation belongs to those whom this fallen world froths up. Think about it.
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