My Pharisee blood runs deep. I mean, to the core. It's a disease. It's "what got Satan thrown out of heaven," it's what disguises itself as redemption, it's what burdens people with a sentence of death. Christian religion (Driscoll). Today, I purge this taste out of my mouth -- this conditional-loving view of God, this false religion. I despise my good works, my disgusting self-righteousness. Gospel means GOOD NEWS, not burdening news. The last thing a tired mama needs is another set of rules or series of behavior modifications to abide my. How many times a day can I possibly sing "Jesus loves me this I know...." WITHOUT beliving it for myself?!
The good news is that it is finished. The atonement for my sin is complete. No second guessing it, causing possible clinical paranoia. This is my proclamation: Christ will not leave you nor I, dear repentant sinner. EVER. I take on and adhere to Reformed Theology from here on out.
Religious Christian, GET BEHIND ME!
