Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Promises, Promises

Our pastor says that basically, when I make bad choices, it's because my heart doesn't believe something about God.

I remember John MacArthur saying the same thing once in chapel. He held up one hand like it was a piece of paper with a list written on it and said, "This is what sin promises." Then he held up his other hand in like manner and said, "This is what God promises." Both palms up, he toggled them like scales and explained, "When you choose what sin promises, it means you don't believe the promises of God."

For example, when I choose to worry about finances, it's because my heart doesn't believe God will provide. When I choose to berate my husband, it's because my heart has forgotten that Jeff is the man God meant for me. When I choose to eat because I'm upset, it's because my heart doesn't believe God will be all the comfort I need. When I choose to hold onto resentment, it's because I don't believe God's justice is sufficient. When I choose to berate myself, it's because I have forgotten who I am in Christ.

Who I am in Christ. That's a big one for me. I forget that a lot.

Psalm 45:10-11 says, "Listen, O daughter, consider and give ear: Forget your people and your father's house. The King is enthralled by your beauty. Honor Him for He is your Lord" (NIV).

In other words, "Listen, O my daughter Becky, consider and give ear: forget your past and your hangups and your pain and your remnant sin. I, Yahweh, want you. Honor Me. I am your Lord."

Yahweh wants me! My Creator likes His creation. He is my Lord and my King. Positionally, I am His princess, no matter what.

When I remember that, I want to act like it.

Yesterday, as I ruminated on all of the above, this song came on Pandora. Thought I'd share it with you. It says what I'm trying to say.

(You may need to visit my blog to view this video.)

It's so easy to cash in these chips on my shoulder
So easy to loose this old tongue like a tiger
It's easy to let all this bitterness smolder
Just to hide it away like a cigarette lighter

It's easy to curse and to hurt and to hinder
It's easy to not have the heart to remember
That I am a priest and a prince in the Kingdom of God

I've got voices that scream in my head like a siren
Fears that I feel in the night when I sleep
Stupid choices I made when I played in the mire
Like a kid in the mud on some dirty blind street

I've got sorrow to spare, I've got loneliness too
I've got blood on these hands that hold on to the truth
That I am a priest and a prince in the Kingdom of God

I swore on the Bible to not tell a lie
But I've lied and lied
And I've crossed my heart and I've hoped to die
And I've died and died

But if it's true that you gathered my sin in your hand
And you cast it as far as the east from the west
If it's true that you put on the flesh of a man
And you walked in my shoes through the shadow of death

If it's true that you dwell in the halls of my heart
Then I'm not just a fool with a fancy guitar
No, I am a priest and a prince in the Kingdom of God