This past month there’s probably been no truth more in the forefront of my mind than the one which Stott is addressing. Unfortunately, I’m finding how all too often I tend to live for something else than the Gospel and how much vigilance I’m to muster in trusting that my approval, security and identity flow from Calvary. I always thought of myself as a fairly steady and sure person but after some introspection I’ve begun to notice a thread of doubt which runs through the fabric of my responses to people and things. Whenever I find myself uttering self-justifying statements or sense that I’m overly-critical in my assessment of a peer, I can be confident most of that flows from my unbelief, my lack of faith in the Gospel to be my sufficiency. The result is a lame (but pretty shrewd) attempt at trying to control my image.
Stott’s words are a good measure of the medication I need. I need the Gospel. I need it again…and again…and again. If I’m going to make any headway into a Cross-centered life I must “take every thought captive to obey Christ” (2 Cor. 10:5) by unleashing the Gospel upon anything I’m trusting in to build me up besides the Cross.
It’s the best way I know of getting close to the fire.