Repentance
Updated October 2025
We are born bent inward. The first cry is mine, the first grab is me, and the fall is sealed before the cord is cut. Ego is not a late-night temptation; it is the womb we never left. Mercy hovered over Israel in the wilderness, but grace is the Son nailed to the tree so the Father’s glory could flood the earth. The Lamb received the scroll, then handed the crown back to the One who sent Him. Every miracle, every healed leper, every raised Lazarus was the Son saying, “Not Mine, but Yours.”
Repentance is not a feeling; it is a U-turn in the mind. Metanoia: think again, think differently, think like the Father. If the foot keeps walking the old path, the heart never turned. God is not hunting for flawless robots; He is hunting for sons who will let Him be their rescue. He refuses to be a spare tire we slap on a blown life and keep speeding toward the cliff.
People clutch money, titles, lovers, anything that promises another sunrise, because they smell the grave and panic. Fear of death is just ego in a panic room. God’s answer is brutal and beautiful: Die now. Not the body (yet), but the throne of I. Lay the will on the altar, let the old man bleed out, and watch the Spirit inflate the corpse with resurrection life. We are the body of Christ, purchased at the price of God’s own blood. The invoice is paid; the slave is free to serve the Master.
Yes, we sin. But we do not rehearse it. We rehearse righteousness. When we stumble, we do not hide in the bushes like Adam. We run to the throne room, palms open, and pray the only prayer that moves the decree:
Salvation is settled.
Sanctification is war.I decrease so He can increase.
I die so He can live.
The Responsible Christian
Updated October 2025
We are born bent inward. The first cry is mine, the first grab is me, and the fall is sealed before the cord is cut. Ego is not a late-night temptation; it is the womb we never left. Mercy hovered over Israel in the wilderness, but grace is the Son nailed to the tree so the Father’s glory could flood the earth. The Lamb received the scroll, then handed the crown back to the One who sent Him. Every miracle, every healed leper, every raised Lazarus was the Son saying, “Not Mine, but Yours.”
Repentance is not a feeling; it is a U-turn in the mind. Metanoia: think again, think differently, think like the Father. If the foot keeps walking the old path, the heart never turned. God is not hunting for flawless robots; He is hunting for sons who will let Him be their rescue. He refuses to be a spare tire we slap on a blown life and keep speeding toward the cliff.
People clutch money, titles, lovers, anything that promises another sunrise, because they smell the grave and panic. Fear of death is just ego in a panic room. God’s answer is brutal and beautiful: Die now. Not the body (yet), but the throne of I. Lay the will on the altar, let the old man bleed out, and watch the Spirit inflate the corpse with resurrection life. We are the body of Christ, purchased at the price of God’s own blood. The invoice is paid; the slave is free to serve the Master.
Yes, we sin. But we do not rehearse it. We rehearse righteousness. When we stumble, we do not hide in the bushes like Adam. We run to the throne room, palms open, and pray the only prayer that moves the decree:
“Father, I have sinned. I am unworthy. Have mercy on me, not for my sake but for Yours. Let Your name stay holy on these lips. I boast in Your righteousness alone. Be my refuge. Teach me Your ways, for You are just in all You do.”
Wash the mind every morning in the Word, because the world throws mud every afternoon. This is not about staying sinless; it is about staying surrendered. All things are lawful, but not all things build the kingdom. Some choices earn reward; some choices burn like straw. The fire is coming either way.Salvation is settled.
Sanctification is war.I decrease so He can increase.
I die so He can live.
The Responsible Christian
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