I wanted to share from my class this weekend. I had grand plans to really engage with these notes tonight and post it for the world, but here’s all I’ve got for you. After ten hours of understanding what it means to be in relationships in God’s image (and realizing how far I am from that mark), I’m an emotional wreck. I’ve got a lot of things to deal with and consider, but most of that will be done in-house than at Half Pint House. But I’ll share these snippets I wrote down from my class this weekend and go to bed.
When something is more compelling in your life than Jesus, you will cling to worthless idols that will lead to the forfeiture of God’s good grace in your life.
Sin has perverted everything about us relationally.
You can micromanage sin for a season, but you will answer to God for that.
God gets no glory when we pretend.
Satan knows himself to be a defeated foe, but he will do everything he can to keep me from knowing that.
If he can keep my heart bound by fear and shame, he will count that as success because it will corrupt every relationship I’m in from here on.
The fear of man, our becoming “approval sucks,” can also be called people worship.
Shame and blame – if I can find someone else responsible for my issues, I can avoid dealing with them.
There are a lot of functional Christian atheists running round.
I have a heart that by nature worships anything but Jesus.
We are made for worship. When we stop worshiping the triune God, we don’t stop worshipping, we begin worshipping anything else.
What are significant wounds, the significant gaps that mark my story? How have I used those to give myself an excuse, to develop my current idols? What are the attempts I’ve made to be my own savior?
Anytime I’ve tried to deal with my own wounds, my own fallen heart, I’ve become my own savior and this is the essence of idolatry.
So much of life lived by my utter sense of fear of being exposed by how incompetent I really am.
I make my family my idol. And wonder why others don’t also bow down to their own families.
Grace has got to trouble you – to disrupt you, to bring you to healing and repentance.
Whoever made up that poem “sticks and stones can break my bones but words will never hurt me” is an idiot. There is the power of life and death in the tongue.
The healing of our wounds is not something you just get over. You have to grow through it.
Jesus is committed not just to forgive me, but to change me.
My love for my family defines me more than the gospel does.
The gospel enables us to be courageous in the face of a situation in which there are no guarantees.