Tag: Redemption

  • The Verdict Has Already Been Rendered

    The Verdict Has Already Been Rendered

    One of the enemy’s greatest weapons isn’t temptation.

    It’s accusation.

    He reminds you who you were.

    He reminds you what you did.

    He reminds you of every failure, every regret, every moment you’d rather erase.

    Sometimes he doesn’t even have to speak.

    Our own hearts do it for him.

    We replay old chapters as though they are still being written.

    We introduce ourselves by our failures.

    We define ourselves by battles Christ has already won.

    But God tells a different story.

    When Jesus cried, “It is finished” (John 19:30), He wasn’t announcing that He had merely made forgiveness possible.

    He was declaring that the price had been paid.

    Completely.

    Fully.

    Forever.

    Three days later, the empty tomb became Heaven’s declaration that the sacrifice had been accepted.

    The resurrection wasn’t God changing His mind about Jesus.

    It was God announcing His verdict over everyone who would believe.

    Paul declares that verdict in one of the most powerful verses in all of Scripture:

    “There is therefore now no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus…”
    — Romans 8:1 (NKJV)

    Notice what Paul doesn’t say.

    He doesn’t say there is less condemnation.

    He doesn’t say there is future condemnation if God changes His mind.

    He says there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ.

    That verdict changes more than your eternal destination.

    It changes your identity.

    “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.”
    — 2 Corinthians 5:17 (NKJV)

    God doesn’t simply clean up the old life.

    He creates a new one.

    That’s why Paul says:

    ”…even so we also should walk in newness of life.”
    — Romans 6:4 (NKJV)

    We don’t walk in newness of life to earn God’s acceptance.

    We walk in newness of life because, through Christ, we already have it.

    The church at Corinth understood what it meant to have a past.

    Some had lived in immorality.

    Some in idolatry.

    Some in drunkenness.

    Some in greed.

    Yet Paul reminds them:

    “And such were some of you. But you were washed, but you were sanctified, but you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus and by the Spirit of our God.”
    — 1 Corinthians 6:11 (NKJV)

    Did you catch that?

    Such were some of you.

    Not, “Such still are you.”

    Were.

    The gospel never asks us to deny where we’ve been.

    It tells us we no longer have to live there.

    Now, does that mean Christians never struggle?

    Of course not.

    The New Testament calls us to daily repentance, continual growth, and lifelong sanctification.

    We still battle the flesh.

    But the flesh is no longer our identity.

    The enemy wants you to keep introducing yourself by your old record.

    God introduces you by His Son.

    The enemy calls you condemned.

    God says, “No condemnation.”

    The enemy calls you broken.

    God says, “A new creation.”

    The enemy calls you your past.

    God says, “Walk in newness of life.”

    The enemy says you’re still who you used to be.

    God says, “Such were some of you.”

    Whose voice are you going to believe?

    Final Word

    The enemy keeps reading from your old record.

    God has already written a new one.

    So don’t stop reading too soon.

    Don’t live like Friday has the final word.

    And don’t keep introducing yourself by a name that Christ has already buried.

    Because the empty tomb didn’t simply prove Jesus conquered death.

    It declared that everyone who is in Christ has received Heaven’s verdict.

    No condemnation.

    A new creation.

    A new life.

    A new name.

    The verdict has already been rendered.

    Now…

    Live like you believe it.

  • Part 2 – The Page That Changed Everything

    Part 2 – The Page That Changed Everything

    Part 2 – The Page That Changed Everything

    Friday looked final.

    The cross stood silent against a darkened sky. Jesus was dead. His body had been wrapped in linen and laid in a borrowed tomb. The stone was rolled into place. The disciples scattered. Hope seemed buried with Him.

    If anyone had written the story that night, they would have ended it there.

    The End.

    But God wasn’t finished writing.

    Before sunrise on the third day, a small group of women made their way to the tomb carrying spices. They weren’t expecting a miracle. They were preparing for a burial.

    Their greatest concern wasn’t whether Jesus would rise. It was much simpler.

    “Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance of the tomb?” (Mark 16:3, NKJV)

    When they arrived, the stone had already been moved.

    The tomb was empty.

    The angel declared the words that forever changed history:

    “He is not here; for He is risen, as He said.” (Matthew 28:6, NKJV)

    The stone wasn’t rolled away so Jesus could get out.

    It was rolled away so the world could look in.

    In that moment, everything changed.

    Death no longer had the final word.

    Sin no longer had the final word.

    Failure no longer had the final word.

    Shame no longer had the final word.

    Suddenly Moses wasn’t just a murderer.

    Gideon wasn’t just afraid.

    Samson wasn’t just blind.

    Peter wasn’t just the man who denied Jesus.

    Saul wasn’t just the persecutor of the church.

    The empty tomb proved what the rest of Scripture had been pointing toward all along:

    God specializes in rewriting impossible stories.

    Maybe today you’re staring at a chapter you never wanted to read.

    Maybe all you can see is loss…

    disappointment…

    unanswered prayers…

    broken dreams.

    Don’t mistake this page for the ending.

    The page that changed everything has already been written.

    Read that again.

    The page that changed everything has already been written.

    The resurrection didn’t erase Friday.

    It redeemed it.

    Think about that.

    Jesus still bore the scars.

    Friday still happened.

    The suffering was real.

    The death was real.

    But Sunday changed what Friday meant.

    That’s redemption.

    God rarely erases our Fridays.

    He redeems them.

    Because Jesus walked out of that tomb, your story is never defined by its darkest chapter. The resurrection settled forever that death doesn’t get the final word.

    Sin doesn’t get the final word.

    Failure doesn’t get the final word.

    Jesus does.

    That’s why Christians don’t merely look back to an empty tomb once a year at Easter.

    We live every day in the hope the resurrection declared.

    Every time it looks like God has reached the end…

    He turns another page.

    Scripture

    Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His abundant mercy has begotten us again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.”
    —1 Peter 1:3 (NKJV)

  • Part 1: I Could Only See the Page I Was Standing On

    Part 1: I Could Only See the Page I Was Standing On

    Yesterday we looked at the lives of Moses, Gideon, Samson, Peter, Saul, and Manasseh.

    Different people.

    Different failures.

    Different stories.

    Yet every one of them shared something in common.

    At some point, it looked like their story was over.

    Moses was a murderer and a fugitive.

    Gideon hid in fear.

    Samson sat blind in a Philistine prison.

    Peter denied Jesus three times.

    Saul hunted Christians.

    Manasseh filled Jerusalem with bloodshed and idolatry.

    If we had stopped reading at those chapters, we would have reached the wrong conclusion about every one of them.

    But God didn’t stop writing.

    As I reflected on that truth, I couldn’t help but think about my own story.

    I’ve lived through chapters that felt like endings.

    I’ve walked through the pain of divorce.

    I’ve stood at an altar again believing life was finally being rebuilt… only to watch another marriage come apart.

    I’ve stepped away from a Sunday School classroom that had become part of my identity.

    There were seasons when I honestly wondered whether the best chapters of my life were already behind me.

    If you had asked me then what the future held, I couldn’t have answered.

    I could only see the page I was standing on.

    But God could see the whole story.

    Looking back now, I can see that He wasn’t finished.

    He wasn’t simply restoring circumstances.

    He was restoring me.

    Patiently…

    Faithfully…

    Quietly…

    He began healing places in my heart that I didn’t even realize were still broken.

    He opened doors to a ministry I never imagined.

    Instead of speaking to one Sunday School class each week, He placed a keyboard in my hands and opened doors to encourage people I may never meet this side of eternity.

    And in His grace, He also brought a relationship that reminded me what healthy love, trust, and genuine partnership could look like again.

    Not because my past disappeared.

    Not because every scar was erased.

    But because redemption doesn’t erase yesterday.

    It gives us hope for tomorrow.

    When I look at my life today, I don’t see someone whose story avoided heartbreak.

    I see someone whose story proves that God can write beautiful chapters after painful ones.

    That’s the beauty of redemption.

    God sees beyond the chapter we’re living in.

    Joseph’s prison wasn’t the end.

    David’s cave wasn’t the end.

    Jonah’s fish wasn’t the end.

    Daniel’s lions’ den wasn’t the end.

    Peter’s denial wasn’t the end.

    Paul’s persecution wasn’t the end.

    The greatest mistake we can make is assuming today’s chapter is the final one.

    Many of us have done exactly that.

    We’ve allowed failure to become our identity.

    We’ve let regret define our future.

    We’ve convinced ourselves that because we made a terrible decision—or because life simply fell apart—God has closed the book.

    But Scripture tells another story.

    Again and again, God meets people in their darkest moments—not to excuse their sin, but to redeem what seemed beyond redemption.

    If He could rewrite Moses’ story…

    If He could restore Peter…

    If He could transform Saul…

    If He could forgive Manasseh…

    Then perhaps He isn’t finished writing yours.

    As I write these words, I know something else.

    My story isn’t finished either.

    God is still teaching me.

    Still shaping me.

    Still redeeming parts of my life I once thought were beyond repair.

    Don’t stop reading too soon.

    The Author is still holding the pen.

    Tomorrow we’ll look at the moment that proved that truth forever.

    “Being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ.” — Philippians 1:6 (NKJV)

  • Don’t Stop Reading Too Soon

    Don’t Stop Reading Too Soon

    “If you’re going to tell my story… tell it all. Don’t tell me about David and Goliath if you don’t tell me about Bathsheba. Don’t tell me about Peter walking on the water if you don’t tell me about him denying Christ. Don’t tell me about Saul becoming Paul if you don’t tell me about him persecuting the Church.”
    — Rev. Ronald LaCombe

    Those words have stayed with me since I first read them.

    Not because they excuse sin.

    Not because they diminish failure.

    But because they remind us of something we often forget.

    A single chapter is not the whole story.

    Imagine if the Bible had ended at some of its darkest moments.

    Moses standing over the body of an Egyptian.

    Gideon hiding in a winepress, fearful of the Midianites.

    Samson, blind and broken, grinding grain for the Philistines.

    David standing on a rooftop instead of a battlefield.

    Peter warming himself beside the fire as he denied even knowing Jesus.

    Saul of Tarsus breathing threats against the Church.

    Manasseh filling Jerusalem with idolatry and innocent blood.

    If the story stopped there, history would remember each of them very differently.

    But God didn’t stop writing.

    That’s one of the things I love most about Scripture.

    It doesn’t sanitize its heroes.

    If the Bible were merely a collection of inspiring legends, those chapters would have quietly disappeared. Noah’s drunkenness would have been omitted. Abraham’s fear would have been edited out. David’s adultery would have remained unmentioned. Peter’s denial would have been forgotten.

    Instead, God left every one of those stories in the pages of His Word.

    Why?

    Because the Bible has never been a book about flawless people.

    It is a book about a faithful God.

    Moses became the deliverer of Israel.

    Gideon led three hundred men against an army that couldn’t be counted.

    Samson’s greatest victory came after his greatest failure.

    David became known as a man after God’s own heart—not because he never sinned, but because he genuinely repented.

    Peter stood on the Day of Pentecost and boldly preached the very Christ he had once denied.

    Saul became Paul, carrying the gospel farther than he ever carried persecution.

    Even Manasseh—the most wicked king Judah had ever known—humbled himself before God, and God heard his prayer.

    Grace did not erase what they had done.

    Moses still never entered the Promised Land.

    David still endured painful consequences.

    Samson still died in Gaza.

    Peter never forgot that night around the fire.

    God doesn’t rewrite history.

    He redeems it.

    I wonder how many people have already decided your story is finished.

    Perhaps they know about the divorce, but not the healing.

    The addiction, but not the freedom.

    The rebellion, but not the repentance.

    The failure, but not the restoration.

    Maybe you’ve done the same thing to yourself.

    Maybe you’ve convinced yourself that one painful chapter has become the title of your entire life.

    Friend, don’t stop reading too soon.

    The same God who continued writing Moses’ story…

    continued writing David’s.

    Continued writing Peter’s.

    Continued writing Paul’s.

    Continued writing Manasseh’s.

    And if you’ve placed your life in His hands…

    He’s still writing yours.

    The world is quick to place a period where God places a comma.

    People often decide the ending while God is still turning the page.

    So if you’re going to tell my story…

    Tell it all.

    Tell them where I failed.

    Tell them where I fell.

    Tell them where I doubted.

    But don’t stop there.

    Tell them about the God whose mercy proved greater than my worst chapter.

    Because the greatest part of my story was never my failure.

    It was the grace of God that refused to let my failure become the end.

    Final Word

    The enemy wants you to believe your worst moment is your defining moment.

    God declares that, through repentance and His grace, your worst moment can become the place where His mercy shines the brightest.

    So don’t stop reading too soon.

    God isn’t finished writing.

  • If My Story Can Save Someone Else’s

    If My Story Can Save Someone Else’s

    There comes a point in life when you stop worrying about what people will remember about you…

    And you start wondering what your life will point them toward.

    I’ve made decisions I wish I could take back.

    I’ve hurt people I loved.

    I’ve failed in ways that still grieve me.

    If I could rewrite those chapters, I would.

    But I can’t.

    And maybe that’s exactly where God’s grace becomes most visible.

    Because grace isn’t proven by the lives of people who never needed it.

    Grace is proven by what God does with people who did.

    The Apostle Paul never hid the fact that he persecuted the church.

    Peter never pretended he hadn’t denied Jesus.

    David never removed Psalm 51 from the Bible.

    Their failures weren’t recorded to glorify sin.

    They were preserved to magnify God’s mercy.

    I don’t tell parts of my story because I’m proud of them.

    I’m not.

    I tell them because somewhere, someone else is standing where I once stood.

    Someone is one decision away from destroying a marriage.

    Someone is trapped in secret sin.

    Someone is convinced they’ve gone too far for God to forgive.

    If my failures can persuade one person to turn around before making the same mistake…

    If my scars can convince someone that God’s grace is still greater than their shame…

    If one person finds hope because they realized God never gave up on me…

    Then every painful chapter will have served a purpose.

    When this life is over, I don’t want people talking about my accomplishments.

    I don’t want to be remembered for clever words, popular posts, or even a ministry.

    I want them to remember a faithful God…

    Who refused to stop pursuing an unfaithful man.

    Like the song says:

    “I don’t want to leave a legacy.

    I don’t care if they remember me.

    Only Jesus.”

    Because if my life points even one person toward Him…

    Then every chapter—

    The joyful ones.

    The painful ones.

    The victories.

    The failures.

    The mountains.

    The valleys.

    Will all have been worth it.

    Final Word

    One day, every one of us will leave something behind.

    The question isn’t whether we’ll leave a legacy.

    The question is what that legacy will point to.

    May people never look at our lives and say, “What an extraordinary person.”

    May they instead say,

    “What an extraordinary Savior.”