The Paradox of Faith
One of my favorite poems, written by George Matheson, conveys the uniqueness of practical faith in Jesus Christ.
Make me captive Lord,
And then I shall be free;
Force me to render up my sword,
And I shall conqueror be.
I sink in life’s alarms
When by myself I stand;
Imprison me within Thine arms,
And strong shall be my hand.
Christianity is a paradox if there ever was one. How could being captive result in freedom? How could surrender lead to victory? How could imprisonment reflect strength? And yet, if we really think about it, isn’t this exactly what God promises us? Isn’t this precisely what is taught nearly every weekend from the pulpit? It is paradoxical! And yet, it is true.
In the words of the old song: “What shall wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus… Oh, how precious is the flow that makes me white as snow; no other fount I know, nothing but the blood of Jesus.”
Blood should never cleanse; red cannot produce white. And yet, “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool” (Is. 1:18).
Consider today the paradox of your faith, and thank the Lord for it! I don’t know about you, but I’m glad I serve a God who supersedes all notions of reason and laws of nature. Otherwise, he wouldn’t deserve our praise…