I Got It All Figured Out…I Think…Wait…Never mind
19 and also for me, that words may be given to me in opening my mouth boldly to proclaim the mystery of the gospel, 20 for which I am an ambassador in chains, that I may declare it boldly, as I ought to speak.
Ephesians 6:19-20
I read Paul’s prayer here at the end of his letter to Ephesus and it brings simultaneous confidence, conviction and awe. We look at the life that Paul led up to and through his conversion and see him as a hero to the faith. We read all that he wrote and believe that he was totally brilliant, which he was. That’s why this prayer is so cool and also why it shakes me when I read it. This man who dedicated his life to defending the faith says to the Ephesians that he is proclaiming the mystery of the gospel. You would think that someone like him would have figured it all out, right? I mean, this is the man that wrote Romans. A book that we have since dissected to the core and still don’t get completely. So my question today is this: what makes us think that we can figure out God and how he works?
Last week in Bible study at the church we talked about how difficult it is to share gospel with someone because of the difficulty in getting someone to realize that they need a savior. One of the reasons that difficulty is alive is because sometimes we don’t act or live as if we need a savior ourselves. We get take on this air of having it all figured out and we have to fix those people who are broken. I think it’s obvious that most people are opting to stay broken rather than dealing with the flawed people who think they aren’t flawed.
I also see how this may flow into our worship as well. When we think we have it all figured out, there’s no more mystery. There’s no more awe. Sure, we talk about how awesome God is and how we are “filled with wonder, awestruck wonder at the mention of Your name”, but have those just become another set of words? My son has decided that he is deathly afraid of all our friends’ animals. Granted, our best friends have a coon hound that would eat him in two bites, but that’s beside the point. My son will be playing along, minding his own business, but when Trooper comes barking at whatever, the wind, a shadow, squirrel, Jack Russell Terrier, my son finds his way into my arms kicking and screaming. At that point I’m all that he needs and he grabs on tight and won’t let go.
We have taken that approach with Christ. We think that we have it all figured out until something happens that we don’t think we can handle. Then we strike out running full speed to God for protection. We know that the protection is there, but we don’t really worry about it until trouble comes. We don’t read His Word they way we should. We don’t talk to Him the way we should. We forget that the gospel is a continuous mystery that we will not understand until this life is over. That mystery should be enough to keep us running straight to the cross in reverence and awe. Instead, we meander over by where the cross kinda might be out of duty and schedule keeping. Because we got it all figured out…I think…wait…
