The Responsible Faith
Updated October 2025
I carry the Name like a banner I did not earn, and that weight keeps me awake. We all fall short; I know the verse by heart. Yet something inside refuses to settle for the mud when the throne room door stands open.
Lately I watch the church cradle sin in the arms of grace and call it mercy. Who dares argue with grace? It is the air we breathe. But grace is not a blanket; it is a blade. It cuts the chains, then hands us the sword and says, “Fight.”
Bring up a brother’s sin and the chorus rises on cue:
“You can’t judge me.”
“Christ died for this.”
True words, half-used. The same Christ who died also rose and said, “Go and sin no more.” The promise is real; the command is inseparable. We want the crown without the cross, the resurrection without the tomb.
We are bought with blood and branded as slaves to righteousness. A slave does not negotiate with the master’s will. The decree stands from before the foundation: Be holy, for I am holy. Providence ordains the battle; we choose the surrender. That is the compatibilist dance: His sovereignty, our sweat, His victory.
David danced naked before the ark and still called his own sin what it was: evil in the sight of a holy God. He did not hide behind the promise; he bled under the conviction until mercy washed him clean.
I am unworthy, but I try. I confess to the Father who sees the heart and still calls me son. I will not bless what He curses. Sin is sin, and it will never wear the robe of righteousness.Grace is not a license to limp.
It is the power to run.
The Responsible Christian
Updated October 2025
I carry the Name like a banner I did not earn, and that weight keeps me awake. We all fall short; I know the verse by heart. Yet something inside refuses to settle for the mud when the throne room door stands open.
Lately I watch the church cradle sin in the arms of grace and call it mercy. Who dares argue with grace? It is the air we breathe. But grace is not a blanket; it is a blade. It cuts the chains, then hands us the sword and says, “Fight.”
Bring up a brother’s sin and the chorus rises on cue:
“You can’t judge me.”
“Christ died for this.”
True words, half-used. The same Christ who died also rose and said, “Go and sin no more.” The promise is real; the command is inseparable. We want the crown without the cross, the resurrection without the tomb.
We are bought with blood and branded as slaves to righteousness. A slave does not negotiate with the master’s will. The decree stands from before the foundation: Be holy, for I am holy. Providence ordains the battle; we choose the surrender. That is the compatibilist dance: His sovereignty, our sweat, His victory.
David danced naked before the ark and still called his own sin what it was: evil in the sight of a holy God. He did not hide behind the promise; he bled under the conviction until mercy washed him clean.
I am unworthy, but I try. I confess to the Father who sees the heart and still calls me son. I will not bless what He curses. Sin is sin, and it will never wear the robe of righteousness.Grace is not a license to limp.
It is the power to run.
The Responsible Christian
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