I asked him one time, What is up with all the commandments? It’s impossible for anyone to follow this!” He said, “You’re right….”
Then he said, “If you give me your heart, and let me me heal it and fix it, I will give you a heart that does not steal, that does not commit adultery, does not covet, does not murder, etc., for I will teach you how to love. Love doesn’t think of itself.”
I thought about it, and if I really loved my spouse, I would never want to commit adultery. If I loved others, I wouldn’t want to steal from them. If I loved myself, I could never think of aborting my own child.
I said, “Deal”, and he’s been fixing him ever since.
It’s HIS works, not mine. All I’ve done is trade my mess for his life. It’s been fun, and awful, and beautiful, and very messy. I wouldn’t trade it for even the salvation that you speak of. I rest, knowing that I am loved, knowing there is hope for the things that haven’t been fixed. He loves me. The fact that he was able to convince me of that is a miracle on its own.
While he walked the earth, he too said, “I of myself can do nothing.” He let the father WORK through him, and evidently I too can do all things through him, for he is the strength. He is holiness. He is what’s pure. I just have to be willing to let him in, and I have to trust that everything he does, is ultimately for my good. I suck on my own. I’ve never been more grateful for my shady past, because it makes all that he’s done in me pretty apparent.
His works. Not mine.
Faith without works is dead. My faith in him would have died if he never traded my hell for his heaven. He’s the faithful servant.