Coffee Not Condemnation

There was absolutely nothing I could do that would separate me from His love.

In my quiet time this morning, I was taken back to a sweet season with the Lord when I was learning how that statement wasn’t just a nice sounding sentiment but a truth that I could claim.

It was during a chapter in my life when my heart made a commitment to run back to the Lord regardless of how many times I would fall down or stumble. I was done attempting to navigate my own life; I was done settling for where that road always took me.

I resolved that shame would no longer be the loudest voice, it would no longer convince me insanity (doing the same thing over and over and expecting different result) would eventually work. I had listened to that dreadful, oppressive, insane, voice for years and had finally realized that that voice didn’t lead towards the freedom I desperately desired. That voice wanted to kill and destroy me.

After my heart took this much needed stand to run to Him even in the midst of sin, I thought back on the countless mornings I would show up on His doorstep…again… with an alcohol induced hangover.  And, each time I did, I was somewhat surprised that I didn’t encounter a lecture or that famous disapproving look that dads give you when you screw up. He never grew weary of me and the condition I would show up in. Instead, it was more like “come inside, my sweet Child, I’ve started a pot of coffee.”

As rough as that season was in my life…there was something that prompts me to look back on it today with such humble fondness. I could never repay Him for all the times He opened the door for me and, instead of condemnation, He handed me cup after cup of His love.

This morning these encounters with the Lord made me think of Isaiah 1:18

“Come now. let us reason together,”
says the Lord.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
they will be as white as snow;
though they are as red as crimson,
they will be like wool”

I still love this about the Lord…His no condemnation approachable-ness. This is how we can know if the voice speaking to us is His or not:

His Truth, no matter how uncomfortable or painful it might be to hear at certain seasons in our life, will always be wrapped in a thick layer of grace. ALWAYS. His Truth will always lead to a place of more freedom, not less …more joy, not less.

“So, what do you think? With God on our side like this, how can we lose? If God didn’t hesitate to put everything on the line for us, embracing our condition and exposing himself to the worst by sending his own Son, is there anything else he wouldn’t gladly and freely do for us? And who would dare tangle with God by messing with one of God’s chosen? Who would dare even to point a finger? The One who died for us—who was raised to life for us!—is in the presence of God at this very moment sticking up for us. Do you think anyone is going to be able to drive a wedge between us and Christ’s love for us? There is no way! Not trouble, not hard times, not hatred, not hunger, not homelessness, not bullying threats, not backstabbing, not even the worst sins listed in Scripture:

They kill us in cold blood because they hate you.
We’re sitting ducks; they pick us off one by one.

None of this fazes us because Jesus loves us. I’m absolutely convinced that nothing—nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable—absolutely nothing can get between us and God’s love because of the way that Jesus our Master has embraced us.” Romans 8: 35-39 Message

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