No longer was there a reason to fear the ravages of eternal damnation. My salvation was secure—my blessed eternal destiny was now in God’s able hands (Philippians 1: 6). There was no need to try pleasing God by performing an ongoing regimen of good deeds and works—salvation was a gift purchased by the blood of Jesus Christ (Ephesians 2:8, 9). In other words, I could forget this silly nonsense about earning God’s love and meriting His favor through my own feeble efforts. And God gave my life meaning and purpose. There was no longer any reason to wonder what life was about. God gave me a brand new life—a life brimming with hope and the promise of victory (Jeremiah 29:11). Yes, God showed me that life was much more than earning a paycheck, pursuing materialism, and numbing the boredom of a meaningless existence with drugs, alcohol, sensuality, and other trivial pursuits.
Before Jesus, I wrestled with questions that often kept me awake at night. Why was I born? What am I doing here? What is life all about? What will happen to me when I die? Where am I going? What am I doing? Why am I so unhappy? How can I escape the stifling frustration of this meaningless existence? Is there more to life than this?
Friend, Jesus had an clear and logical answer for each of these nagging questions. For this, I am eternally grateful to Him.
He has given me so much. I could scarcely begin to tell you all that He had done for me. But I must also tell you that He has offered me even more than what I have mentioned, but I have yet to open my hands wide enough to receive the additional abundance of goodness that are intended for me.
My Heavenly Father, whose generosity knows no bounds, is willing to give me even more than I presently enjoy, but I have not learned how to receive all of the additional blessings that could be mine through Jesus Christ. To be sure, I have been given much, but I could have ever so much more. Again, I must learn to open my hands all the wider to receive. After all, He is a big God.
In 1989, I was adopted into God’s family when I placed my faith in Jesus Christ as Savior. No longer a dirty-faced orphan, mine is a rags to riches story. Not riches as in money and material wealth, but rich as in a life steeped in meaning and purpose. My identity rests in Jesus Christ. I am who I am because of Him. And I strongly suspect He has even more in store for me before I breathe my last.
And then the real party begins.