Let’s get something clear from the get go: Anyone who begins to follow Jesus will experience waves of joy and peace accompanied with bouts of huge failure and deep grief. It’s just going to happen. Followers of Christ will inevitably fall down and at times it may be a more significant face plant than at any time prior to our spiritual transformation...Period! If you know this going in, you’ll be ready for the fallout and more encouraged to get back up, dust yourself off, and get moving again with God.
One of the most humiliating things that has ever happened in my life, was just after Jesus saved me, gave me a new life, and offered me my first real shot at living. To have God pour his love and forgiveness into my life was awesome, but my personal failure in light of his love made me feel awful and pitiful. I hated how I essentially spit in God’s face after he had done so much in my life.
Here’s what happened. I was about four weeks into my new life as a Jesus follower in a new town. It was time for me to get some work and I joined a construction crew building a health club. It wasn’t long and I was invited to a party. I thought I could handle it and even share Christ with party goers. Well that was a stupid move! I got sucked into the deep end of the sin I’d been saved from. Within hours I was on a hunt for, believe it or not, the very substance God had set me free from–Cocaine. It got worse. We didn’t find Coke, we could only find Chrystal Methamphetamine. I was in the darkest place I’d ever been and with every snort of the meth I stepped away from light. At this dingy shack of a home, in pitch darkness, I could sense the evil trying to take me out.
After a long night, God somehow pulled me back to the home of my spiritual mentor. I didn’t want to show my face to a soul. My spirit was crushed, I had utterly and fully failed my God. When I awoke, I truly wanted God to kill me. I wondered, how could God redeem such a loser? But through brutal honesty with a couple people who loved me, time in God’s truth, and hours on my knees, I heard the most loving voice say “get back up”. It was God and he wasn’t condemning me, he was cheering me on. I learned some great lesson that horrible weekend and those lessons keep me moving even today. God redeems our personal failure to his glory and our gain.
What failure in your past do you think is too great for God to forgive? Where have you been stuck and feeling like you’re unredeemable? When was the last time you allowed God to hear you out and fully aired out your dirty laundry with him? I have three simple words for you, Get Back Up! Don’t let evil get the last word in your failures. God has a way of taking our biggest mess-ups and turning them into lessons that will strength us as get back up and get moving again! Let’s go...