Hello friends, I wrote a new Blog Post today and wanted to make sure my AfterParty friends got first dibs. It’s about Jesus, the cross, salvation, the Good News, and what I’m thinking about it all these days.
Here’s an excerpt …
“Wait a minute’, I thought. ‘Am I really supposed to believe that this baby is sinful? That my daughter who is literally minutes old is already marked and marred by some sort of sin nature simply because she is the result of sexual act that God created and called ‘good’? Like, God - are you looking at my child right now and truly telling me that unless she grows up to say a prayer and believe all the right things about Jesus and you and the Bible ... that she's destined to be condemned in hell?’
I told God in the NICU that day, on March 30, 2017, that I no longer believed that and if he had a problem with it I'd rather spend eternity in hell than think for even a second that my daughter who had her hand wrapped around my finger was sinful or dirty or marred.
My daughter was not born sinful.
Which means that I was not born sinful.
Which means that the whole Gospel narrative I spoke of earlier falls apart ... right? Because if I'm not born sinful then God isn't mad at me and Jesus didn't need to die in my place and I don't need to believe in that saving work in order to get into heaven and avoid hell.”