Jul 11 2012

Condemned to Salvation

Rebekyah Brewer

©CreationSwap/Scott Johns We are condemned to salvation through the Cross of Christ.                            – Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest, Feb. 2nd

This one sentence stood out to me as I was reading, “we are condemned to salvation.” Condemned to salvation, it sounded so ironic when I first read it. How can ones salvation be compared to being condemned, to being sentenced to death instead of being saved to life?  It stood out to me because I never would have put these two words together in my own mind, yet I knew they belonged together when I read them.

It made me recall my own salvation and how it did indeed strike my heart as a death sentence at the time and how like any dying person I struggled against it. It was a death sentence to living for myself and according to my own will and learning to live for Him and another Kingdom.   Before salvation can be a life sentence, it must be first a death sentence to our old nature, for there can be no living to God, without first dying to this world. There is no heaven apart from entering by way of the cross.

I hear much preaching today about how Christianity is good because it brings about a better life, a happier life,  a more peaceful life, a more successful life, a more balanced life, but this kind of preaching falls short of the life Christ calls us to live, for all these center around seeking one’s life from this world and trying to save it in order to enjoy this world more and gain more of it – not more of Christ. Continue reading

Jun 24 2011

The Christ Poem

Rebekyah Brewer

“The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us.” – John 1:14

“For Christ also hath once suffered for sins, the just for the unjust, that he

might bring us to God,”  – 1 Peter 3:18

Out of the darkness God called forth light

Our Savior was born in the middle of the night

God does his greatest work

In places we cannot see

a mother’s womb,

a buried seed

Even in the darkest chambers of the human heart

The gift of life in darkness he imparts.

We know not when he comes or when he leaves

Like the wind, we only see & hear the rustling leaves

Move beneath his feet as he walks among us

As the ordinary becomes displaced

By the presence of his grace

What was once motionless, now breathes

What was once lifeless, now sings.

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