My Rescuer

When I begin to experience frustration, I may be seduced to see myself (or others) as a failure, and, by default, I view life from a position outside of Christ.  I get caught up with what failure means about my past, present and future, and a different identity is pressed at me and upon me:  Hopeless.  Loser.  Idiot.  Perpetual Bad-choice Maker (PBM for short).  If I accept any of these identities and do not look to My Rescuer, who knows all about who I really am (and where I am—in Him), then the deeds of the flesh result.  And I hate that stuff. 

Revival and restoration will not come by conquering failure (and those ugly identities) but by looking again at Jesus, who is my life and who produces true life—and everything else, including confidence in who I am and how his love is my greatest motivator.  How well I fit with him!  In this world’s junk of frustration and failure, he is My Rescuer.  He will always be!  And I’m more than a conqueror through him after all. 

Romans 8:37 …in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. 38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.