I say that I “get” the gospel.
Almost every day I purpose to learn more about how the gospel impacts today’s moments and not just my eternal destiny. Intentionally, I seek out friends who “get” the gospel, too, and purposely have conversations with them about God’s glorious grace. I invest in sound theological books on the gospel and read them like a toddler stuffing her mouth with her first taste of candy. And when I lose part of my collection of gospel books in our move, I mourn them like family pet. I switch out my children’s Bible curriculum because I want a more gospel centered one to use each day. My walls are decorated with pictures and signs that help me remember the good news of the gospel and how God’s grace is today’s breath not just tomorrow’s promise. My podcast subscriptions are almost all casts that will teach me more about the gospel and how great and good God is in all circumstances.
Oh….I “get” the gospel.
But then there are those moments when the driver in front of me does something stupid and I utter my annoyed thoughts. And then when my children don’t obey – immediately, without hesitation, and with a respectful “yes ma’m” – I glare at them and am instantly filled with frustration and anger. Or if the days’ plans don’t go my way I get irritated and flustered.
I say I “get” the gospel…but in those everyday, ordinary, routine moments, my actions speak loud and clear.
I do not get the gospel.
“And falling to his [Stephen] knees he cried out with a loud voice, “Lord, do not hold this sin against them.” And when he had said this, he fell asleep [died].” – Acts 7:60 ESV (Emphasis added)
This morning while reading Acts chapter seven I was convicted. I do not “get” the gospel. I may talk using all the right words and phrases and be current on all the latest thoughts on the gospel. But I do not “get” the gospel. When I am annoyed, angry, and irritated I am only demonstrating that I do not “get” the gospel or I would have no need to be upset in those moments.
When I can ask God to forgive those who are in the act of killing me…then I’m on my way to “getting” the gospel.
When I respond with kindness to the driver in front of me, when I patiently teach and train my disobedient children, and when I joyfully go with changing plans it will only be because I am remembering what a wicked sinner I am and what a gracious Savior I have. It will be in those moments that I am on my way to “getting” the gospel.