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Why does obedience feel good?

Because I know it’s the right thing, and I love feeling like a wonderful Christian.  Problem is, when I fail in any way, I feel like a loser/failure, and when I’m bummed by my failure, my dissatisfaction with Jesus and His imputed worthiness is EXPOSED, and I no longer imagine myself a wonderful Christian.  Grace is not for wonderful Christians.  Grace is for failures.  Only sinners qualify for grace.  Jesus is only helpful — has something to offer, to sinners, failures.

Thank You, Jesus, for the work of Your Spirit EXPOSING my real flesh to myself.  My Christian life is all about ME and my performance, not You and Your imputed performance.  Thank You that grace is for sinners, and that I QUALIFY for grace, because I’m such a great example of a bad example of a Christian.  Your Spirit’s fresh work provides me with fresh grace/humility/self-acceptance that enables me to be freshly dead to my flesh and its desires.  Ahhh.  Problem is, it doesn’t last long, because my hungry-needy flesh is vulnerable to the performance-addicted world around me, outside the Church, and inside too.  So I never stop needing Your Spirit’s work in my life.

— Dave McCarty, GospelFriendships, promoting Gospel-awareness, self-awareness, and sovereignty-awareness to Christians, especially DAVE, so we might actually have the joy and peace seculars want

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