Not that I have already obtained this or am already perfect, but I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me his own. -- Philippians 3:12
It took me a long, long time to grasp what this means. I tried and tried to be a better person in
order to be acceptable to other people.
I pictured, I guess, the standard others had for me – that I ought to be
able to do anything and everything, perfectly.
Anything less meant that I was a failure. Eventually I accepted the fact that I was a
miserable failure, and I was never going to be anything else. To deal with this, for a time, I resorted to
self-medication. That was pretty
destructive, and, being the relatively common-sense person I am, I knew I could
not continue in that path.
Becoming a Christian didn’t help a whole lot, except it did
give me hope that I could improve, that God would be able to transform my life
to the point that I was Christ-like. The
people around me in church kept telling me about their transformations. Men and women would get up and tell how God
had delivered them and made them better.
I certainly acted better, but I knew I wasn’t better. I could pass because other people couldn’t
read my thoughts. Too, I began to notice
that a lot of these transformed church-goers still had serious problems of one
kind or another.
I am from Missouri and learned early on to believe half of
what I see and none of what I hear. I
am, both by nature and nurture, skeptical and cynical – when it comes to me and
to other people. Cynicism is simply wisdom with regard to endeavors like politics, economics, history, and science. The truth, though, was
there in Christianity. I could see it in
the Word, even if that sometimes got torqued more than a little bit by the
human tools that handled it.
We have not obtained it all.
We are not already perfect. I do
think some people get pretty close in this life. I have met those who allowed me to lay
aside my shield of cynicism in this arena and replace it with the shield of faith. Most of us, certainly, will still be pushing for the goal the day this
mortal body is surrendered.
Paul gives us the secret here. Christ Jesus does not make me His own because
I am perfected or even because I am striving for perfection. I am
pressing on because I know I belong to Him.
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