Imagine with me a man of means who decides to build the home of his dreams. In his mind is the southern face of a hill overlooking the sea within a three-mile radius of city hall. Setting these parameters means competition. He’s not the only one who envisioned this idyllic place.
Yet an agent eventually finds him a property. The only problem: There’s an eyesore of a house marring the terrain. “Now sir, I know you’re not impressed with the layout, and there’s a serious crack in the foundation–but it wouldn’t take much to get it fixed up real nice.”
The potential buyer’s response? “If I buy this place I’m going to bring in a wrecking crew. I don’t want this house. I’m going to build something brand new.”
When the Savior purchased us with His precious blood it wasn’t to do a reno. Our new Landlord acquired us to make us into a brand “new creation”— a magnificent dwelling place for a King.
The Architect and Builder of the Universe won’t be satisfied until He’s ripped off the roof concealing our sins and deception. He’ll not be happy until He’s torn down our walls of suspicion and prejudice. And He’ll not be content until he tears up our faulty foundation of self-righteousness.
It’s sad that many think they’re born again, but the only thing that’s really changed is the paint job.
“Pastor, you’re radical.” Yes, I guess I am. Almost as radical as Paul who surely shocked the Corinthians when he said, “Examine yourselves as to whether you are in the faith. Test yourselves. Do you not know yourselves, that Jesus Christ is in you? —unless indeed you are disqualified.” 2 Corinthians 13:5
Am I going overboard? Am I being too hard? Send me your comments.