“… we who have fled for refuge…” Hebrews 6
My salvation, sanctification, faith, religion… none of it is a path I’m helping build with God’s help. None of my “being saved” is a logical, contemplated, or rational sculpting of my life.
My life is over. Dead and gone. Good riddance.
I’m running for my life to Christ.
I have fled in fear, shame, and exhaustion, to the One who cannot lie. To the only Refuge… Christ.
I’ve sold and left behind my reputation, my dignity, my desires. My safety. My rights. My wants, wishes and even needs. My dreams of being a better person.
I’ve left behind my need to be understood, appreciated, wanted, not bothered, not annoyed.
I’ve left behind my need to do the right thing… to be honorable… to be the good guy.
Most importantly, I’ve left behind every plan and every choice and every right to choose.
I’ve thrown away the blueprints for tomorrow… and every tomorrow.
I’ve left behind every thing I thought I needed for safety, soul, and body. I’ve learned so painfully that man does not live by bread alone, but by (and only by) every word that proceedeth from the mouth of God.
I’ve fled to Christ.
He already defeated sin.
It’s His victory… not mine.
His sanctification… not mine.
My life is no longer mine to make better.
It’s His life. I’ve fled to Him.
He’s the hero and the good guy.
WHAT I FOUND WHEN I FLED:
“…a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain…”
“…joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory…”
The salvation of my soul right now.
“My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior.”
If your spirit is not rejoicing in God Your Savior… if you are not filled right now with joy that is inexpressible… then stop pretending you are fleeing to Christ for refuge.
I’ve found that rest, safety, joy, and emotional wholeness of soul is found in direct proportion to the degree to which I’m fleeing to Christ… naked, helpless, and desperate for Him with no strings attached.
PLEASE… JOIN ME:
Let the dead bury the dead.
Sell all that you have for the only One who can give you what you crave… intimacy, safety, rest, meaning, purpose, and a thousand other needs of your soul.
Do it right now. Just stop. Stop whatever else is going on… run for your life to Him.
Run as if your house is on fire. Because it is.
HOW TO TELL IF YOU ARE NOT FLEEING:
Here’s how it looks in me… the little words the expose the big idols:
- “I can’t”
- “ I won’t”
- “If only”
- “Yes, but…”
- “After I…”
I can also tell that I haven’t fled when there is *any* part of my life, behavior, thoughts, hurts, wounds, and emotions that I can’t share with anyone… freely and without fear.
When *I* decide who is safe.
“The fear of man brings a snare.”
Walls, hiding, scripted words… “don’t tell anyone,” plans for improvement…
“I’ll do this thing next…”
Scripted solutions to my problems.
These are evidences that I have not fled to Christ as your refuge.
Not “a” refuge, but *the* refuge.
He will have no other gods in his presence.
In our own flesh, we are lost and undone miserable sinners… failures.
But in Christ, who is our life, and only in Him, we are:
Wanted. Loved. Valuable. Adored. Safe. Precious children of the Father. Restored image-bearers. Pure. Holy. Sanctified. Alive.
The old man is dead.
We are free to stop trying to make ourselves better.
We are free to stop trying to protect ourselves.