How Can I Stand Before God
How do I present myself to God. I come to Him with sin overflowing in my life and my heart. My desires pointing to the sin of my world much less the world itself. I come before the God that created the heavens and earth. Created man in His image and yet knew that man would go against His good will He had for us. I come before the God that I serve ashamed of who I am and ashamed of what I have become. I use to think that I can do anything as long as my mind was stronger than my will. I have found that to be a mistake. For the will to do evil seems to be far greater in strength than my mind. I come before the God, who by His very natural hates sin, gave us His Son to be the perfect sacrifice in order that we may have salvation. That God. Yes the perfect God. So here I come before Him knowing that my life is anything but the life that I would want to present before the King. How can any servant come to his master with the very least to offer instead of the very best that we should have offered him. In ancient times a king would kill that servant for being so disobedient to the king’s wishes. And I would agree with the kings decree for I too believe I deserve death more than I deserve life. I cry at night because I know that I can only offer my King what I have and when I see what I have I am embarrassed. How could a King ever want what I have to offer without decreeing death on me. I wish I could present myself to God, as the son, who lived out His rules without fault. Without having to ask for forgiveness. Without having to look deep inside myself to see what my true intentions were behind every decision that I made. I wish I could stand tall, proud, without any fear and know that who I am was the man that God and I wanted me to be. But I can’t. I can’t stand tall, I am not proud of my life and I fear daily that God has given up on me. Given me to my sins. Given me to the desires that have already ruined so much of my life. How can God ever love me I would think. And yes even said out loud if I was honest. But then I remember that God does love me, imperfection and all. That he didn’t kill me when I prayed and asked Him too. That He didn’t forget me although I feel like He would be justified to do. But rather He did send His Son to earth to provide salvation for the people that He created, even me. I am not worthy and for that reason I will never know how He could love someone like me. But God has said this many times and it is still true today. How can man ever think he could see things the way God does. For God’s love, mind and creativity is far greater than what any man can ever grasp.
