When it comes to the dynamics of our salvation there is much to evoke awe and wonder. Start with a debt we could not pay, transgression against a holy God, and that the debt was paid by Another. And that that “Another” was none other than God’s own Son. Or the fact that not only did we not have to pay that which we owed, but that we also received that which we could never earn–a holy standing before God. Our accounts were wiped clean of what we owed for the wages of sin, and then were credited anew with the righteousness of Christ.
Ok, then add to this the fact that we have been adopted as sons and daughters by the Father making us joint-heirs with the Christ. And how do we even know that for sure? Oh yeah, let’s not forget the Spirit of adoption we received when we believed. The very presence of God dwelling inside us, our guarantee and seal that we are His forever. His active agency in our lives manifesting itself as our Advocate, our Comforter, our Counselor, and our Teacher leading us into all truth.
Can I get an, “Unreal!” from the congregation?!?!
And how about the work the Father has begun in us? The forming of the very nature and likeness of His Son within us. And what about the hope set before us? An inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, being kept in heaven for us. And the assurance that sustains us? That one day we will see our Savior face-to-face . . . faith giving way to sight . . . suffering and tears gone, replaced with the joy and glory of being in His presence.
And that’s not even scratching the surface of the great salvation that is ours. Volumes have been written with salvation as their inexhaustible subject! Myriads of songs have been sung with salvation as their inexpressible grand theme!
But there’s something else about this jaw-dropping salvation that I was reminded of as I was reading in John 6 this morning.
“No one can come to Me unless the Father who sent Me draws him.”
~ Jesus (John 6:44a ESV)
Drawn. That’s what I was, drawn to salvation.
I was not bright enough to know I had a problem much less that I needed a Savior. I was so enamored with me as a creation that I never gave a thought to any claim on me that a Creator might have. I was lost, but didn’t know it. So I can’t say that I was seeking. I was blind but everything seemed pretty clear to me. I was dead, but had no idea what real life felt like. I’d love to take a bit of credit and say that “I found Him” . . . but in reality, He found me.
Yes, I came to Jesus. But only because I was drawn to Jesus. The original word for “draw” can mean “to drag off.” And, in my case, that’s probably closer to the truth. Not that I came to the cross kicking and screaming, but not that I came really willingly either. Took some pretty extreme circumstance to get my attention. Some pretty persistent conversations before I had ears to hear. A pretty impactful crusade event before I was really ready to come, just as I am.
No way I was going to run to the Father’s arms apart from His impelling work within me. I was drawn.
And why me? No idea. But for God’s desire that all should be saved, and God’s determination that grace should abound, I have no explanation other than “Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners” (1Tim. 1:15). No boast, except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ (Gal. 6:14). No explanation, other than Jesus loved me and gave Himself for me (Gal. 2:20).
How amazing is our salvation? Pretty! And isn’t it awe-invoking that we were drawn by God Himself into such a great salvation? Pretty much!
What can I do but thank You
What can I do but give my life to You
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah! (Paul Baloche, What Can I Do?)
All because of His amazing grace. Only for His everlasting glory!