… the mystery that has been kept hidden from ages and generations, but has now been revealed to his saints. God wanted to make known to them the glorious riches of this mystery among the Gentiles, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory. Colossians 1:26-27 (NETFull)
“Hey look at me,” my five-year-old sister shouted.
Our family was on vacation in Utah and we floated in the magical Great Salt Lake as though we had life jackets on. Our engineer father could explain how a salinity of eight times the ocean displaced objects, but we didn’t grasp all that. We were busy holding our heads, hands and feet above the surface and giggling.
The grace of Christ is another inexplicable mystery. It is the mystery of all mysteries. How can God accept me when I know, and I know he knows, the extent of the darkness in my heart? Theologians say it has to do with substitutional atonement wherein my sin is transferred to the crucified body of Christ, but I don’t grasp the full depth of all that. I do know that when I fall into his grace, it holds me up.
I don’t float often enough. I make a mental acknowledgement that Jesus died for me, then move on to proving my worth. My human nature wants to tread against rejection. But I’ll never cross the ocean of sin between me and God. My only hope is to relax and trust in the sufficiency of Jesus alone.
I need to spend more time reposing in my salvation. There are minutes I could carve out to enjoy the buoyancy of grace. I could quiet my heart and delight in how I bob above spiritual drowning. The discipline I most need to exert is to rest there. Jesus around me, in me, through me—this is the greatest mystery of all times. I can’t fully understand it. I can only accept it, wonder at it and float in it.
Prayer: Lord Jesus, I rest in the mystery of your grace-filled love.