The Christian life is impossible.
Following Jesus is impossible. Fear of God is impossible. Except when the Spirit of Jesus freshly convicts me of my sin. And it doesn’t last long. I get no credit/glory for any obedience, any humility, any patience with jerks, any unconditional love for my enemies. All credit/glory to Jesus.
But the people around me give me credit, and I give myself credit, for having a cup that’s clean on the outside, for pseudo-obedience, pseudo-humility, pseudo-patience, and pseudo-love for others. Pseudo-Christian life. Pseudo-follower of Jesus. Pseudo-fear of God.
The nicest, sweetest, kindest thing my ShepherdJesus ever does for me, is to freshly convict me of my sin of confidence/independence/pride.
–PsuedoDave, A.K.A. ShepherdDave, needing fresh conviction of the sin of confidence/independence/pride, so he’s momentarily DumbSheepDave, enjoying the bliss of Jesus-dependency/humility/cluelessness/childlikeness, so the pre-believers around him might experience Jesus
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