A new friend and I had lunch this week, and we shared our stories of how we came to Christ. To me, the conversation was deeply edifying. I love to hear what Jesus has done in someone’s life.
It also delivered me to a wonderfully grateful and contemplative state.
One of the reasons I enjoy this time of year so much is that even as the seasons begin to change and the leaves take on their golden hue, I’m reminded of the transformation that God has wrought in me.
I never want to forget it.
“Brothers, think of what you were when you were called” (1 Corinthians 1:26).
I remember the emptiness. I remember the sin. I remember the pride. I remember the anger. I remember the lust and the malice and the envy. I remember the shame.
I remember the evening and the setting and the very moment when I first met Jesus. Most of all, I remember Jesus Christ.
It was the fall of my freshmen year in college when Christ sweetly and powerfully invaded my life with his irresistible grace, and my whole world was radically transformed. October 26, 1995 was the date, and it was 18 years ago this past Saturday. In the light of the gospel that Christ died for my sins, the darkness fled, the weight of my sin was lifted, and I was set free.
Remember Your Chains… And Remember That Your Chains Are Gone
Stephen Curtis Chapman sings it so well:
“There’s no one more thankful to sit at the table
Than the one who best remembers hunger’s pain
And no heart loves greater than the one that is able
To recall the time when all it knew was the shame
The wings of forgiveness can take us to heights never seen
But the wisest ones, they will never lose sight of where they were set free
Love set them free”
May we never forget who we once were and what Christ has done to set us free!
So remember your chains
Remember the prison that once held you
Before the love of God broke through
Remember the place you were without grace
When you see where you are now
Remember your chains
Oh, remember your chains
When you remember your chains
Remember that your chains are gone”