I’m No Saint

…In honor of the reading of God’s Word, saints please stand,” our pastor requests. A collage of people plant their feet and stay standing. I turn to my left. My friend from the Castaway Motel, Danny, remains seated. His eyes lock into mine. He shakes his head as if to say without words, “Who am I to stand? I am far from a saint.” Electricity shoots through my body as little zingers of why I’m not one either fire across my mind. I suddenly become hyper-aware of my shortcomings, my failures, and why I’m not worthy. I stand anyway.

After the service, Danny remains seated in the pew. He doodles a pencil across the church bulletin. He confesses, “I’ve done so many things, bad things, how could I ever become a saint?” Revelation 7:14 tells us how. “These are they who have come out of the great tribulation; they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.” The blood of Christ is how. The redemptive work of Christ turns sinner into saint.

 God gives a new heart to the believer, the saint.

God comes into our littleness, our lostness, and our wondering: Does anybody care? Do I matter in any way? Jesus is no stranger to what we go through. He tasted it. He had firsthand experience. He knew we could never love God with the current state of our heart. We can take it to church, sit it in the pew, give it a hymnbook, and teach it how to be a good Christian heart. But it will still be the same wretched heart we were born with.

We need a heart transplant to be a saint.

Ezekiel 36:26-27 says, “I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.” There is nothing we can do as believers to wipe away the grime of our sin, to ever deserve sainthood. Only the blood of Christ can do that. It’s nothing earned, but something given.

I tell Danny Jesus wrecked my life in the best of ways. I tell him about God’s work in me. I tell him I don’t deserve to stand when the pastor calls for the saints, none of us do… and that’s the greatest part. So next week, when the pastor calls for the saints to stand, I will stand with confidence. I will stand tall with feet planted, shoulders rolled back, and eyes focused on the cross, the place where it all began.


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That’s right, not one of us deserve to stand, but He made the greatest sacrifice of all so we could do it anyway. We are blemish-free in His eyes and made new. Thank you Jesus.

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Love the blog my dear. hope you and your family have a great weekend
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True, we do not deserve it. Praise God for grace.
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