Monday, November 5, 2012

I "know" that my Redeemer lives


Do you ever find yourself trying to be so diplomatic, so reasonable to people who don't share your views, that you don't say what you truly think?
I have been realizing lately that I do this with some frequency. Example: I have a conversation with a sibling about people for whom change seems impossible. Whether it is that their temperament is such that they don't want to change, they are stuck in old habits, or they just haven't shown any signs of progress, my sibling suggested that they were hopeless. If I understood her correctly, she was saying that they were hopeless because they weren't capable of change.
I nodded and said that I understood what she meant and agreed somewhat about change being very difficult.
What I thought immediately but took me a painstakingly awkward amount of time to get out is that I thought our analysis was missing something – Someone – crucial. My life (gulp) is centered around Christ and my hope is in Him and in having a life after this with Him. I firmly believe because I have seen it happen that people can change at any stage of life, even if they are not capable of it on their own. I believe that Christ helps make that change happen and gives people hope if they let Him.
I didn't say that right away because I was nervous about her thinking that I was insensible. WHICH IS RIDICULOUS because I think my faith is completely sensible, reasonable and real.
As I drove away, I kept coming back to the phrase from the popular hymn: “I know my Redeemer lives.” I know my Redeemer lives. Not I think He possibly does and I'm open to some other options. No. I know it. As a fact.
Sigh, sometimes its hard to recognize that I still have a long way to go.

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