There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. 2 For the law of the Spirit of life has set you free in Christ Jesus from the law of sin and death.
I often hear the voice of condemnation. Strong disapproval. In my mind. In my heart. In my life.
I was caught on a Tuesday. Caught deep , spun round in grace. Like an arm around my waist, caught close. Like a rain of warm water, welcomed. Washing down through my soul. Unmerited, rich, blessed love, life in God. When this verse lit up in my darkness like a flame of brilliant light. Always golden. Brilliant White.
On a Tuesday, mid-day, after a slow start morning. Slow and steady, moving forward. In which, I made special breakfast, like I had purposed to do, even though we were 30 minutes to an hour behind our normal schedule.
In which, on my counter, were arrayed a large amount of cooking dishes that had been gathering, as I struggled to catch up from a weekend when the men were all away. A weekend that came- after a week, dealing with illness and other urgent life matters that pressed my chest with stress and sleep eluded. And O, how frantic I sometimes feel, amidst the jumble of chores that encompasses my workaday life.
As I stood at the sink, in the afternoon, warm water running, sponge in hand. I was suddenly aware. Romans 8:1-2. There is now no condemnation. No condemnation. I am dealt with in love, in compassion, in mercy, in a greater understanding of my own self than I can ever possess of myself. In a recognition of my weakness, my smallness, the frailty of my flesh. Oh! How the love and life just circled me round.
You see, earlier that day, I had the happy joy of a visit from my Mom. Dear, beloved to me, and renowned for her kitchen cleanliness, work ethic, and duty. And I was struggling with a lot of guilt and condemnation. As I tried, discretely, to hide the stack of dishes awaiting me. (Truth Mom. But I know you saw them anyway. 🙂 ) As we moderately frantically tried to put laundry away. As I sighed relief that I managed and remembered to potty everyone and patch glasses, too.
So later, when I was standing at that sink,feeling relief that I was finally getting this dirty work, done.Often for me, I am not sure how certain things will manage… I just have to trust that they will. And they do and when they do, I feel surprised and relieved. And I was standing there, feeling for the first time, caught in that warm embrace, that I was loved and favored. Not strongly disapproved. Realizing deep down, free and clean, that my clean kitchen wasn’t my righteousness or lovableness, goodness, or favor. That dirty or clean, I am accepted and beloved. And I can lean into that favor. Lean into that grace that sets my soul free.There is a fragrance here. A pure, clean, lively fragrance blowing free.
But if Christ is in you, although the body is dead because of sin, the Spirit is life because of righteousness.
There is Life working in me.