Welcome to Songs of Salvation! Each Sunday I will feature a Christian author sharing a "Song of Salvation" to uplift and encourage believers and glorify God.
And they overcame him because of the blood of the Lamb and because of the word of their testimony, and they did not love their life even when faced with death. Revelation 12:11 NLT
Authors, find out how to share your Song of Salvation here.
It took me years, decades in fact, to begin to understand God’s grace. At some point in my youth, an earnest plea for forgiveness and salvation occurred but when, I wonder, did I really know it in my heart to be true? For the more I learn, the deeper my questions go.
I grew up going to church, and as a child of the sixties and seventies, enjoyed the benefit of the decades when being a Christian wasn’t something to be ridiculed for. People—maybe it was the hippies and the Jesus Freaks and our parents who’d grown up during war time—seemed more accepting of personal faith.
But, oh, how I failed in my efforts! Did I jeopardize my salvation each time I messed up? Did I need to ask for forgiveness every time? That felt like a rigorous job, and more than I could maintain. My love of God never wavered—it wasn’t God’s faithfulness I questioned, but my own.
Lamentations 3:22-23 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end. They are new every morning. Great is your faithfulness, oh Lord.
During a particularly difficult period in my adult life, I had one of those moments. Those God moments. I don’t recall the song on the radio or the day, but I’ll always remember it. On one of my lowest days, God used the most unusual way to gently remind me that He Loved Me. I was worth loving. We all are.
Romans 8:38. For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
I believe we all have days where we just don’t like ourselves. This is the human condition, and every day we pass by someone who’s feeling unworthy and unloved. A failure. How can a Christian feel that way? How can we not? We’re no better, certainly no more perfect than anyone else. But we’re covered. God’s promises are true on our best and our worst days. We have the unchangeable promise that Christ paid our tab. We all need to hear it. Often. As my pastor says, we are beggars now able to show other beggars where the bread is.
Truly knowing God’s mighty grace to us—we can look in another’s face and see beyond the pain, the falseness, the doubts and anger, and see what we’ve felt ourselves. When we know the peace of just how far we’ve come, we can’t help but put a hand out or give a smile. Sometimes just that tiny bit of kindness is the biggest thing we can do.