A recent conversation has caused me to think about the deals we often try to make with God. I think many of us assume that if we’re good enough, God will allow our lives to be transformed into something amazing. And although it’s true that by keeping a straight footing and aligning ourselves with what scripture tells us, we can often do better. Yet none of this will ever guarantee that we won’t face difficulties and hardships.
Despite what most people may think, we don’t actually get to make deals with God. Sure we normally bargain all day long with the people we’re around. It’s human nature to scratch someone’s back if they’ve scratched ours. But with God, none of that applies. We can never be good enough or cause him to do something for us just because we think we’ve done something for him. He simply does things for us because he loves us fully and completely.
There is nothing we can ever do to be good enough. In this life, we are all equally promised eternal life, just by merely believing in Jesus and recognizing his sacrifice on the cross for us. Anything we’ve ever done that was wrong or hurtful will not determine our destiny, the price has already been paid. All we have to do is believe.
Cool sparkling waters carried me off. I found myself floating freely in a sea of swirling blues and greens. Shimmering waters held me secure as I glided off toward the last flickering embers of the rapidly fading sun. As a leaf, I was free to drift wherever the current would take me. Sailing along, at last I came to rest beside an old creaky wooden fishing boat; which was resting lazily in the middle of the vast open sea. Looking up through the blinding rays of the setting sun, I was suddenly greeted by an all too familiar face. My savior leaned over the side of the boat; gently lifting me from the rippling waters and cradling me in the palm of his hand. He stared down at me with a look of pure love and devotion. After a few minutes of gazing back into his deep brown eyes, he leaned down and kissed me ever so sweetly. He then raised up his hand, lifting me up toward the opalescent sky; stretching out his arm as far as it would go. Then, all of a sudden, I transformed into a pure white dove; flying off toward the last remnants of the glistening sun, as it began to dip slowly below the crystal clear waters. All I remember thinking is… freedom at last.
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