I know I have yet to complete the Calvin &c series, but I guess I’m nervously holding off the hard part, till everyone loses interest. Or something like that.
I don’t even have to begin speaking to anyone about how helpful Martyn Lloyd-Jones’ Romans series has been. My three (or so) remaining readers from Church will acknowledge that they have found the truths that this pastor expounds have almost become a lens through which we look at things: not because Lloyd-Jones was particularly clever or anything of that sort, but because he leads us through truth honestly. It God’s truth, not the experience of an individual.
But we also have probably felt the sickness of our response. We’ve been given so much: not just in Lloyd-Jones; not just in the glorious sermons which we hear Sunday and Wednesday by Sunday and Wednesday; not just the books, gospel-saturated hymns, or SermonAudio, or podcasts: the most fearful consideration is that no one in Hebrews 11 had a Bible. We’ve been given so much, but in light of all that Romans 5 & 6 have taught us, the greatest danger is that would not cry our Abba, Father, in our helplessness: that we would say, “I will do better this week! How can I not? I would rather die than not respond!”
Well, the truth is that you will die before you can live on these truths except you fling yourself, with unflinching boldness on the Throne of Grace, and ask for the Holy Spirit’s aid in living out what we’ve been taught, instead of falling for all the old lies. Like those lies which drain our emotions, and tell how lonely we are not to have some other earthling filling our needs; those times when we are just confused: and we feel like doing nothing but laying on our pillows and we have not a clue why (these are typically the kinds of breakdowns that I find so angering in females; but I’m susceptible to them).
That’s when the truths of Romans 5 are so needed to prompt us back to the Throne; we see of lowliness in falling for the same silly emotions and traps in which we used to live. But to remember that “Where sin abounded, Grace did much more abound.” If I may say so in all reverence, when we fling ourselves on Christ’s grace, it really is treachery not to have faith that the Grace of an almighty Christ will overflow our little flesh: there is no comparison.
Every sin, though still evil, God will use to display the over-abounding of His grace. The greatest crime humanity ever committed was nailing the Son of the Eternal God on a torture device until He died: it was the most aggravated murder that the most heinous minds could ever conceive. But that’s what is meant by grace abounded. The sin of the cross is nothing to the grace that was wrought thereon. The Cross was a necessary component to our Redemption; if it were not, it wouldn’t have occurred to God’ Son.
And the One who endured the torture of the Cross is He that says, “Where your sin abounds, My Grace does much more abound.” And it means the same thing in both cases. Abounding beyond measure.
Whatever stupid emotions you fall for-I know myself enough to not call them anything else- the Throne is the place to run. Because Grace abounds above and beyond our failures.