It was a warm evening, as most are in Texas, and we were at a family friend’s house. I was about 8 years old. We had already eaten dinner, so the kids went out front to play while the adults talked inside....
It was a warm evening, as most are in Texas, and we were at a family friend’s house. I was about 8 years old. We had already eaten dinner, so the kids went out front to play while the adults talked inside. We were playing the classic game of hide-and-seek. I’ve never been a fast runner, so I prided myself in finding some really great hiding places in order to be any good at the game. This particular evening, I decided a small tree would be just the spot for me. So up I climbed, and I waited to make my escape back to base. Well, that escape came quicker than I had planned because I fell out of the tree. The details are blurry to me now, but one thing that isn’t blurry is that I had ripped my pants on the way down. Now, this was not just any rip; this was from my waist band down to the back of my knee. I was so embarrassed that I ran inside to quietly tell my mom what had happened. And what would any loving mother do? She laughed at me! She then made me turn around so she could take a picture! I was beyond mortified.
Though this event was embarrassing, and I have many more, I believe in the gospel of Jesus Christ that allows me to be unashamed in my faith. These two verses are a major theme for all of Romans, and while I might feel pressure to explain this part of Scripture precisely, I think Paul has done a great job in laying it out for us. The gospel is powerful, simple, for all who believe, and important.
I am sure I will be embarrassed many more times about something, or I will sin in a way that I’m ashamed of. But knowing that I get to believe in God who sent His Son to die on a cross for my sins and then raise Him up so that I could spend eternity with Him in heaven is something I could never be ashamed of.