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It Will Not Be in Vain

  • Chelsea Obbonnaya
  • Apr 9
  • 2 min read

It will not be in Vain


How could a righteous God say that?

That the sin committed by us, from us can still be forgiven, even

Used by a God of Justice. How can that be? Why must it be?

That, when those who bear the weight of our sin;

our ignorance and even our inaction, suffer most,

while we can receive this gift of Salvation,

finding deliverance.

How is that fair?

To them. To you Jesus?

Especially, you Jesus.

For you deal with the sinner;

The All in All—

All the weight we drag in and all the mess that we are within.


So, how can it be?

That

You call, choosing to draw the sinner in,

The All in All,

To walk through their warranted consequences,

yet within Your Forgiveness.

But–

Must it be that?


Every attempt, Every step taken

in your Forgiveness,

the reminder of our past monstrosity and ongoing monstrosity, persists?


Yes.


For our sin then; sin now, did not–does not– impact

Us alone,

but also, those in our vicinity.


But then…

Lord?

Would it have been better had I not been formed?

If Only it meant saving those in my vicinity;

sparing them

from such damage that wreaks havoc in their lives still and now.


But still and now,


You say,

what I’ve done will not be in vain.

That it will be used for purpose, your glory

Even in the hurt one’s story.

But still,

I wrestle, for I am reminded,

at every attempt, every step

taken out of my grave that

I have caused much damage and ruin

In not just my destiny, but in others’ too.


So,

Is it not better that I stay in my grave,

Sinking under the dirt, my dirt?

No,

You say.

For it will not be in vain,

For My work on the Cross is not in vain.


So?


We must walk as though

our failures and the very victories we minimize

are not in vain…


Will we?



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