Blessed is the man whose sin the LORD does not count against him. Psalm 32:1
The children of Israel knew well that God judges sin. They experienced it firsthand. For them to believe that God would send a Messiah for reasons other than judgment was a stretch. Never could they have imagined that Jesus would come, not to condemn but to extend mercy.
Why, at the announcement of salvation, might I prefer condemnation? I contend that self-hatred is addictive. I’d rather despise myself than let God love me. I can be like those who sinned against God in the wilderness and then refused to look at the serpent on the pole to be saved. They nursed their grudges against His holiness and preferred to self-destruct.
I’ve gone so far as to admit my guilt, confess it, but then wallow around in it, insisting that I don’t deserve to be forgiven. Self-condemnation feels justified and quite comfortable the longer I wear it. I throw myself a long pity party and shun the Forgiver. I feel quite powerful as I exert my freedom to say ‘no.’ Satan celebrates when this kind of twisted pleasure keeps God’s creation from salvation.
Jesus did not come into the world to judge it as proven by sacrifice. He affirmed that sin must be judged and paid for, but then paid for it Himself. Oh, to have paid such a price only to see people reject the gift of this expensive pardon. Jesus is the humblest suffering Servant of all.
Does my own self-inflicted guilt keep me from receiving Your forgiveness? Break my chains. Amen