There Is No Condemnation

 I am in Christ Jesus. My life is preciously hidden in the depths of my Savior. Would God look at His son and condemn Him? God in heaven would not scold Jesus of Nazareth, who He sent. The Father, The Son, The Holy Spirit. Three in one. Would God condemn Himself? 

I am in Christ Jesus. I am not condemned. I will not be condemned, and I cannot be condemned. I'm in Christ Jesus. God will not condemn Himself. 

Christ is in me by His spirit, and I am in Christ by Faith. Faith is the assurance of things hoped for the conviction of things not seen. I have conviction. I know in my heart of hearts, in the depths of my soul, that Jesus is the son of God. My inner being leaps for Joy at the thought of the stone rolling away. It's like I was knit with the fabric of the robes Jesus was buried in. It's like the deepest longings of something deeper than just a desire within me craves The Man, Jesus. 


Therefore I know. I have faith. 


I cannot understand how I am in Christ. My brain does not comprehend how the Father can look at me as the Son. But the symptom of this theological, supernatural truth, is the Word of God. Paul says He speaks in human terms because of my natural limitations, and I am thankful. Because the thought of a perfect Savior setting me free with no requirements, but to receive this freedom, is incomprehensible. This logic is beyond my natural limitation of understanding. 

But I have faith. 


By faith I understand that the universe was created by the word of God- by this faith I know that what is seen was not made out of things that are visible. By faith I know that the grace and mercy of the Father is not visible. It is experienced. 

Therefore I do not need to explain each form and fashion of the Spirit, but instead I prophesy the truth of the scriptures: There is no condemnation for me. Only grace. What my brain cannot understand, my soul will believe. 


Let my mind be refreshed: I have not received a lesser punishment. Jesus didn't take the whip for me to endure a slap on the wrist. He did not wear the crown of thorns for me to be left with a crown of shame. He did not wear the shackles of roman arrest for me to be enslaved to fear and anxiety. He did not sweat blood in the garden for me to cower in depression. He did not fast and pray for me to be bound by an eating disorder. He did not endure the cross so I could die everyday to condemnation. The sacrifice of Himself was not a demand of responsibility for my own punishment. 


He took it all, so I didn't have to. 

He didn't alter my life, He gave me a new one. 

It is freedom for Christ that has set me free. I am covered in the Blood. 

He died to make me Holy, not just “better”. 

He doesn't hold my life near, my life is in Him. 


Let my heart know: It has never been about what I deserve. I know what I deserve. I know my sinful nature. I know the evil tendencies of my flesh. I know that I am from dust. But so does my Lord! For He knows how I am formed. He remembers that I am dust. And so as far as the east is from the west, just as far He has removed my transgressions. Because He knows my framework, and the inability I possess to carry out good, He has compassion on me as His Child, and as my Father. 

The enemy has come to distort the line in the sand. Like the woman caught in adultery, I know that I deserved to be stoned. For the acts that I have committed. The scribes and Pharisees were my own thoughts in my head… Shaming myself. “Teacher, this woman has been caught in the act of adultery.”  Maybe my intention wasn't to set up the Jesus of Nazareth, but it was to give myself what I thought I earned. But as much as the enemy has tried to keep me in the dirt of my sin and shame, through anxiety, depression, eating disorders, mental fog, disqualification, unworthiness; Jesus bent down, lifted my head, locked eyes with me, and drew the line in the sand. “Neither do I condemn you, Jacquelyn; go and from now on sin no more”. 


The law was that I deserved to die, yes, but the law of the spirit gave me life. And I will not tell Jesus that His sacrifice was not enough. I will rise, eyes locked with my Savior, and knock the dust off. 


Jesus entered once and for all into the holy places, not by the means of the blood of goats and calves but by the means of His own blood. He secured me eternal redemption! For if the blood of goats and bulls and the sprinkling of defiled persons with the ashes of a heifer, sanctify for the purification of the flesh, how much more does the blood of my precious Jesus purify me! 


It is through the eternal spirit, offered by Himself, without blemish to God, that Jesus has purified my conscience from dead works to serve the living God! 

I am not just saved from hell, I am saved from condemnation in this life I live in the flesh. He didn't just purify me from sin, he purified my conscience. 


There is therefore no condemnation for me. 

I am in Christ Jesus.


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