We all remember the moment when the gospel became clear. Maybe not a definitive moment in which we confessed Christ as Lord, but the moment when we realized that the gospel was all about what Jesus did for us, and not about trying to earn our way into God’s good graces. The moment when we realized that Christ’s work on the cross satisfied everything we owed God for our sin, making us righteous in God’s sight. The blended picture of Christ on the cross, where God nailed our debt to the cross (Col. 2:14), and of the risen Lord walking out of the tomb was crystal clear.
Anyone who knows me knows that whenever I can, I read. I read a lot. Whether it’s Scripture, blogs, books, or even compelling Tweets from pastors like John Piper, D.A. Carson, Matt Chandler, or Mark Driscoll. Reading stirs my affections for Christ almost as much as writing does, and in many ways it compels me to write. I don’t just read to pass the time or cure boredom, but in attempt to further the captivation my heart feels for the glory of God. And yet, for as much as I read, it is rarely that I stop and consider a single sentence, even in Scripture. I fear this is to my detriment.