The gospel has become everything to me. Grace is everything to me. What Jesus did for me is my sail. Without grace, I’m lost in the stormy waters of life. Without the gospel, I’m a mad man hearing strange voices in my head.
I have to write, journal, read, listen, converse, meditate, debate, consider, contemplate and constantly think about grace. For many reasons but one being to silence the voice of condemnation that speaks so loudly to my heart. The voice of condemnation keeps reminding me how I’ve failed, lied, cheated, doubted, feared and sinned against God and against everyone around me. I have to listen to the gospel. The stereo in our car is always playing sermons and talks that remind us what Jesus did for us. We seem to not get enough of it and every time we’ve lost sight of the gospel, Jenny and I end always end up in a bad space. It is amazing that when the voice of hope and forgiveness is muted, then the voice of condemnation becomes loudest and the consequence is that the person closest to you receives the backlash.