I’ve had this thought for a few months and haven’t done anything about it to this point.
This morning, I was thinking about the passage (I’m not going to pretend I knew where it was off the top of my head, I’ll freely admit I’m quite poor with my references) in which the writer (it turns out to be Hebrews, so we’re not sure who it is) says that we, as we run the race that is before us, are to look to Jesus, who is the author and the finisher of our faith.
I like to think I know a thing or two about writing, and I find it very telling that Jesus is called the author of our faith.
Our faith was His idea.
Do you realize that you didn’t make yourself a Christian? Do you realize you don’t keep yourself a Christian? Do you realize that nothing you do is going to get you into heaven, save to believe that Jesus is the Christ, and that His sinless life, death, and resurrection provided a way for mankind to live with God?
How incredible to think that our very faith was the idea of God, not our own! To think that our transformation is the work of God (2 Thessalonians 2:13,) our purpose was established in Him (2 Timothy 1:9,) our lives exist in Him (Acts 17:28.)
Note to myself, and take this for you, too–my faith is not my own work. it’s God’s.