Bible Confidence: Building Faith One Wrong Door At A Time
For me, Bible confidence began with a get out of jail free mentality. Owing to wrong deeds of my own choice, trouble and woe had come upon me. I knew Jesus as a man in the Bible that was called God, as a man in the Bible in whom my mother and father had believed and trusted. I knew him as a man in what I counted as the greatest fiction book ever written. If anything, I knew him as an agnostic knows that he does not really believe in anything or anyone but himself.
Oh but when the enemy is approaching and you hear them coming from behind, and the mountains are before you and there is no place to run and hide, and the hope that once sustained you is thrashed before the winds a different bell begins to chime. When faced with a power and a hurt that is sufficient to consume a man’s pride, the all sufficient, all knowing, all self-confident agnostic will seek out the Christian roots of his parents, and the bending joints of his long forgotten knees of humility.
Jesus heard my cries for help, heard my confession, my acknowledgement of sin. He saw my feeble faith, and he received my shame and my sorrow. He took upon himself the weight of yet another sinner. He cleansed me and he gave me his own righteousness. He called me brother and presented his blood before the Father that I may be fully forgiven of all unrighteousness. He did it once, some 2000 years ago, and it has been, is, and always will be sufficient for any who will, with a pure heart, believe upon his name.
But concerning the consequences of my deeds, this he refused to remove. So began my journey of Bible confidence, a faith walk that is often most thoroughly nourished by dark hours, lonely nights, and unhindered