I “gave my life to God” a thousand times in my teenage years. That’s no exaggeration.
I was haunted by Christ’s example in the Garden of Gethsemane. There he was, dramatically praying, flat on his face, offering it all up to God: “Thy will be done!” So that’s what I tried to do. Each prayer was more earnest than the last. Over the years the locations became more dramatic. If Christ’s example was anything to go by, outdoors was best. At midnight. In a wooded place. The scarier the better. And so I prayed “Take me, use me, save me, rule me. Thy will be done!!”
Nothing happened. So I prayed more intensely. Still nothing. My anguish and heaven’s silence were difficult to reconcile. Something had to give. I decided that God didn’t want me. And that, likewise, I didn’t want him. So we went our separate ways.
In those years I exchanged a religious darkness for an irreligious darkness – one kind of hellish non-life for another.
But the Trinity saved my life. I’ll try to explain how in a minute, but there’s no other way to say it: the Trinity saved my life. In fact, only the Trinitycan save a life.
It’s Trinity or Satan.
It’s Trinity or self-absorption.
It’s Trinity or stoicism.
It’s Trinity or slavery.
In each case the Trinity saves us from a hellish alternative because, with Trinity, there is, to God,
Let me explain these R’s with reference to John chapter 1. I’ll tease out some implications as I go....
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