No Fear of Punishment
I finally watched Son of God last night with my family. I’ve
read the book, so the storyline wasn’t a surprise but I usually like the visual
of the drama-come-to-life and this movie was no exception. The account of the
woman caught in adultery was particularly impacting for me. It’s familiar to
many so I’ll spare the details but whenever I read it (or in this case see it
portrayed), I put myself in place of the woman. I may have not committed
adultery but there are plenty of sins I’ve been caught red-handed; I’ll assume I’m
not alone in this experience.
The woman expected stern punishment; certainly she knew
nothing of kindness when it came to sin. She was taken to the Rabbi, the
current media sensation whom everyone was talking about. She may have heard he
was different than the other teachers and religious leaders but how different
could he be? Sin was sin and it needed to be reprimanded and punished –
severely. She was ashamed and she wouldn’t
raise her eyes to the Rabbi.
Like the harlot, time and again I’m reminded how I fear the
wrath of God when I am caught in sin. Instead of fearing God, I fear the wrath
I’ve been taught to expect. The reality of God is quite the opposite, as
Hebrews 10:14 gives proof. The wrath of God was satisfied through Jesus’ death
on the cross (Romans 5:9) and by his sacrifice, we are made perfect forever,
even as we are currently being sanctified (being perfected). In other words, he
sees us as if we are perfect, even though we are still undergoing the
perfecting process. There is no need for wrath or punishment when we have
already been made perfect. (Rebuke and correction are different than
punishment.)
It seems like it’s too good to be true, doesn’t it? It’s a
mystery but that’s the gospel in a nutshell.
I have a confession: last year I was part of an inaugural ministry
team to partner with a Global Outreach team operating in Cambodia. The
connections and relationship I developed during the 16-day trip went deeper
than would seem possible in the natural. My heart and life were knit into the
weave of several people on the team. A year later, another North American
ministry team partnered with them again, and I couldn’t help but wonder if my
new friends liked the new team better. It’s definitely not a Godly, or
spiritually mature thought but isn’t the point of a confession is to admit my
vulnerability?
As soon as the thought was expressed (to myself), I was
ashamed and expected a reprimand and some sort of punishment. What I received
was different. The same day I had the thought and the consequent shaming
thoughts, I received a text from my missionary friend, saying it was great to
have a team there but it wasn’t the same without me. Awwww, it made my day, not
just because I was loved and not forgotten by my overseas friend but because
Jesus didn’t punish me at all. Instead, in his kindness, he covered my
insecurity and vulnerability with affirmation and love. Experiencing the love
of God does a whole lot more to motivate me to repent than fear of punishment.
You could say the love of Christ compels me towards holiness.
The harlot received the same love. Jesus didn’t condemn her
even though he could have. He loved her and by his love, he compelled her to, “go
and sin no more.” He didn’t condone her sin, nor did he excuse it. It was
evident to all, and still he loved her. Perfect love casts out fear (1 John
4:18). Sin has been punished; what’s left is love. What a beautiful and
glorious thought.
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