I remember a period of time when the burning question on my mind was 'what is the gospel?' I had been so steeped in Christian education since childhood, had heard the term thrown around so many times, but I had never learned exactly what it referred to. What is the gospel? How do I articulate salvation? Thus, I set out on a journey to define the gospel. In many ways, I was articulating for the first time what I really believed. I was on a journey to open my eyes; I wanted to see.
Logically my search began in the scriptures. I came across a terrifying verse:
And even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled only to those who are perishing. In their case the god of this world has blinded the minds of unbelievers, to keep them from seeing the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God. (2 Cor. 4:3-4)
Could I really be one of those who are perishing? Because I felt pretty in the dark on this gospel thing. What did it mean? Has the god of this world blinded me? Who is the god of this world? "The idols of the nations are silver and gold, the work of human hands. They have mouths but do not speak; the have eyes but do not see; they have ears but do not hear, nor is there any breath in their mouths. Those who make them become like them, so do all who trust in them (Ps. 135:15-18) I came to realize: if we apply this principle to the modern world, it speaks to technology, toys, material things, and often, status. We shape and create these things - without life or breath or sight - and as a result we become like them; blind to the spiritual promise we have been given; blind to the spiritual purpose to which we have been called. We become like Israel: "ever hearing, but never understanding; ever seeing, but never perceiving." (Is. 6:9)
At this point in my search I was able to make 2 conculsions. One, the gospel message seemed veiled to me; I could not articulate it. Two, my 'blindness' to it came from an alliance with the 'god of this world'. I felt very discouraged at these realizations. What I did not realize is that my discouragement was really God's way of revealing to me my sin. My discouragement had to preceed my repentance.
For some reason (perhaps the Spirit's gentle nudging) I decided to take a closer look at the passage in 2 Corinthians. Something different caught my eye: 'keep them from seeing the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ'. This had to be relevant. I had gotten so caught up in the 'blindness' of the passage that I had not seen the mention of the gospel as the glory of Christ. So I asked myself: What was the glory of Christ? Well, it was his suffering on the cross, and beyond that, his resurrection and conquest of death. I was beginning to see what 'gospel' meant.
It was relieving to have my hands around the concept of the gospel. It was the death and resurrection of Christ, his sacrifice, his 'passion', that brought me redemption. Now I felt ready to 'hit the streets'.
Yet after a few weeks of ministry, I started to realize that understanding is only half of seeing. In order to truly grasp the Gospel message I must also experience it. Maybe that is not the best word to use, but it certainly gets at the idea... Not only do we understand the gospel, but we behold it's greatness. The other half of seeing is rejoicing in our sight. We cannot stop at understanding the Gospel, we must also taste its sweetness.
Metaphorically, I was like the blind man at Bethsaida. Jesus spits on his eyes, and as it says, he began to see: "I see people; they look like trees walking around" (Mark 8:24). I came to understand the gospel message, but I did not see fully. Have you ever lost a contact or had to suffer blurred vision for a period of time? It can be rather tiring, even frustrating. The blind man could not yet rejoice in his sight. Once Jesus completed the miracle, the blind man was filled with joy: "Then his eyes were opened, his sight was restored, and he saw everything clearly" (Mark 8:25). I was trying to evangelize with the knowledge of the gospel, but without joy. Once my heart began to rejoice and delight in the wonder of my salvation (as opposed to the 'gods' to which I had been bowing), then I was ready to 'hit the streets'. What a refreshing thing to see clearly
"Restore unto me the joy of your salvation, and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me" (Psalm 51:12)
Kim <><
