Answering a question in an interview recently brought to memory how deeply in bondage to performance I had been in the years that I “pastored.” It also filled me with almost inexpressible gratitude for Father’s revelation to me that all my striving to be good, do good and fix others accomplished precisely nothing. Nada. Zip.
I used to think that I knew what my part was and what God’s part was – for me and others! What arrogance! I knew little about the easy burden and light yoke. I did know about walking around with a furrowed brow, pinched butt and waking up with diarrhea.
Now I don’t know what my part is anymore, other than trusting in Him. Just believing and receiving, and everything else happens. He prepared the works ahead of time, we just walk in them. It’s pure peace just to hold his hand and walk, because he finished the work at the cross. Everything he’s called us to do is finished. Striving to build something, trying to get people to change – no longer. There’s no more image of holy man that must be maintained and nothing to attain to. All is complete in Christ. It’s Finished.