Okay, so I’ve been really connecting with my inner bookworm this week. I’ve read (or finished) like three or four books. Reviews possibly coming, but that would require me to put the book down too long. Okay, so I just picked up The Cross of Christ and couldn’t make it out of the preface without quoting, especially in light of what I talked about at the end of the latest Psalm study.
In daring to write (and read) a book about the cross, there is of course a great danger of presumption. This is partly because what actually happened when "God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ" is a mystery whose depths we shall spend eternity plumbing; and partly because it would be most unseemly to feign a cool detachment as we contemplate Christ’s cross. For, whether we like it or not, we are involved. Our sins put Him there. So, far from offering us flattery, the cross undermines our self-righeousness. We can stand before it only with a bowed head and a broken spirit. And there we remain until the Lord Jesus speaks to our hearts His word of pardon and acceptance, and we, gripped by His love and full of thanksgiving, go out into the world to live our lives in His service.
John Stott, The Cross of Christ
Good stuff.
No comments:
Post a Comment