In my early Christian days, there was this unspoken fear that whatever I did would drag me down to Hell where I would burn forever. I was always looking over my shoulder, paranoid that Jesus was hiding behind the bushes, waiting to pounce whenever I veered from the righteous path.
Then, there were my college days. It was interesting to read the perspectives of philosophers and theologians. The words I read helped me to relax, and I began to look at my spiritual life in a more lenient manner. God was not out to get me. He loves me. His grace is abundant, so my disobedience doesn’t mark the end, but the possibility of a new beginning. Jesus looks at the big picture, right? True, but there was still so much lacking. My inner life turned into one that I cultivated when it was convenient for me to do so.
As I have grown older I have come to the conclusion that there have been times that I truly did not know Jesus for who He truly is. I knew about Him. I accurately understood His grace, mercy, forgiveness, and love, but I never thought to analyze Christ in me. What fruit could Jesus produce in my heart if He took control? Complete control. Who is He in me? Well, I have thought about this and I attempted to put it into words. Not only who He is in me, but what this really means.
Christ in me is power to stand up to the temptation of the flesh.
Christ is me is the end of all excuses and a desire to follow.
Christ in me is the desire to see the world changed by being a small part of His kingdom come.
Christ in me is an abandonment of self.
Christ in me implies life only from embracing death.
Christ in me means becoming weary of all that grieves Him.
Christ in me is a yearning to be whole.
Christ in me is not a political stance but a life devoted to serve the world.
Christ in me is a desire to become less.
Christ in me is a desire to live out my purpose.
Christ in me is recognizing the reality and importance of His word, His fellowship, and His grace.
Christ in me means passionately loving my wife.
Christ in me means firmly, and compassionately loving my children.
Christ in me means becoming a rescue to the broken.
Christ in me means boldness.
Christ in me means a dissatisfaction with all that is unlike Him.
Christ in me is a deep longing for more than a religious label with no outward devotion.
In order to know Him more, I must allow Him to move in, destroy what once was, and replace everything.
This post was written by Rev DeCrastos. You can find his blog here: http://other-words.net