“I wonder what that means?”
As we walked around the exhibition I noticed that a few of the paintings were marked with a bright red sticky dot. Small, but bright. Obvious.
I found out later that the dot marked out a painting that had been picked out by a buyer and paid for. Ownership had been transferred but, so that it could remain hanging as part of the exhibition, collection has been deferred to the last day of the show.
To show which paintings have been sold (and are no longer available to buy) a little red sticky dot is placed on the wall next to it.
This is the picture that popped into my head a few days ago when I was skimming through Ephesians chapter 4 and read this:
‘… the Holy Spirit, with whom you were sealed for the day of redemption.’ (Ephesians 4:30b, NIV)
Today’s postcard of hope is that the Holy Spirit in our lives is like the red dot at an art exhibition. When we believe and trust in Jesus we are instantly marked out for redemption. His presence shows that we are ‘already paid for’. Ownership has been transferred, only awaiting collection on the final day.
It’s a picture brimming over with grace. There is absolutely nothing I can do (or not do) to affect my status. I have been bought; the required price has been paid: I belong to God.
And I wonder to myself: If I really, really believed this, if I knew it in the deep places of my heart, how would I live differently?
Perhaps, I could rest in that truth: It is done. I am sealed for the day of redemption
Perhaps, I could stop worrying what God thinks about my multiple mess-ups. He knew… he bought me.
Perhaps, I could stop striving, working hard to earn his favour. I belong to him… I can’t change the ending.
And perhaps, I could use that confidence and freedom to serve him from my heart instead of my head. I belong to God… he will be coming back to collect me.
I’ve read it in scripture and I know in my head that this is true: The Holy Spirit in me is a mark showing who I belong to. And I can always try harder, strive to live differently.
But while it may be my style to try to modify my behaviour and hope that somehow that will sort out what’s in my heart, God’s way is to transform my heart, so that what flows out of it is good. This postcard’s truth is so obvious, so important, that it sometimes gets stuck somewhere on the journey between our heads and our hearts. We know it to be true but struggle to live out of it. It’s probably one to ask for help with…
Father, thank you that you chose me,
that you valued me,
paid the price and bought me,
that I belong to you.
Spirit of wisdom and revelation,
unfold this truth in the deep places of my heart.