I’m a Son, not a Sinner


I spent the majority of my Christian life believing I was a sinner. I would venture to guess that 90% or more of you believe that as well. I’m here to let you know that you’re not.

The Gospel isn’t just trying to live right. It isn’t biting your tongue and fighting back words that seek to come out. The Gospel isn’t a battle. Friends, that victory was achieved over 2,000 years ago. I see too many people exhausted, worn out, frustrated, and beat down because they haven’t been taught the true meaning of the Cross. They are still trying to achieve what Christ already accomplished.

Jesus didn’t die on the Cross to expose our sin. He had to become sin and die, I get that. It was necessary in order to render sin powerless over our lives. However, He didn’t die because we were sinners. Christ died on that tree to reveal our created value and to show us who we were originally created to be. It’s all about our identity.

We’ve been taught growing up that we are nothing more than sinners trying to live a good life. That is a lie straight from the pit of Hell. I’m sorry if my wording is strong, but I can’t stand when satan pulls a veil over the eyes of man. We were sinners. While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. (Romans 5:8)

When we are born again, all things become new. All things. Not some things. Not just part of things. ALL things.

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One Reply to “I’m a Son, not a Sinner”

  1. Many years ago, as I was driving into town, I had an epiphany on that very scripture. I had read that portion of scripture many times over the years, but this time, I understood.

    The day Jesus died on the cross he died for all sin, once and for all. He looked into the future to me, who was yet to live and sin. He chose to die for all of the sin I would ever commit in my entire lifetime. He knew every single sin… the sin I have already committed in my past, the sin I may commit in the present, and the sin I have not committed yet. He covered it all… once, for all time. Whenever God looks at me he does not see a woman who struggles to live right, but rather the Blood Bought Daughter of the Most High God. He see’s the blood of Jesus. There is absolutely nothing I can do to enhance, or take away from, it.

    Thanks for the reminder!


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