“Though our iniquities testify against us,
act, O Lord, for your name’s sake;
for our backslidings are many;
we have sinned against you.
Throughout the Old Testament I see these kinds of cries, and pleas for mercy. Perhaps I am wrong, but the tone of these cries is strikes me as one of not only desperation but uncertainty. I get the sense that the supplicant is not entirely certain if the Death Angel will pass over him or not. This sense of uncertainty has, I think, been carried over into our New Testament communities as well.
We pay lip service to justification by grace alone through faith alone in Christ alone, but too often sermons are on various ways to be a better person, or be live a fulfilled life, or… whatever. Take a look at any Christian book store and it seems there’s a “Christian” version of just about everything, including “self-help”.
If we are ever struck by our sinfulness, we cry along with Jeremiah, pleading for God to have mercy on us. Have we forgotten the famous John 3:16 passage which talks about how much God loved the world? Or if the world is too impersonal, how ’bout Romans 5:8 which states, “but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”
I see Jesus standing there saying something to the affect, “Dear children, I got that covered. Already took care of it. Been there, done that, got the scars.”
Why can we not simply bask in the awesomeness of Jesus’ love?