Almost But Lost

One of my favorite authors/preachers is Chuck Swindoll. I have a few of his books and the one I’m currently reading is Becoming God’s Masterpiece. Doesn’t that sound great? Who wouldn’t want to be valued as a masterpiece? But what does it take to get there?

The lesson this morning was about giving your best. How good is good enough? If we give 99.9% most of us would be satisfied with that. Due to copyright laws I can’t quote the statistics here, but he gathered statistics from someone named Natalie Gabal that shows what would happen to people and to our lives if things were only done until they were “good enough.” It isn’t a pretty picture.

We’ve seen some of the results in our lives. What happens when a surgeon hasn’t had enough sleep? How many times have we heard of implements being left inside the patient? How many times have we had automobile recalls? How many lawsuits over misdiagnosed patients, or people getting prescribed the wrong medication? How many times have we had recalls on some of the foods we eat?

It’s true; we’re human and we make mistakes. But I wonder how many times the mistakes are made because we gave almost 100%.

God gave us the very best He had. He gave 100% when He sent His only begotten Son to die on a cruel cross for our sins. If He had not given His best, we would have to earn salvation, which would be impossible because who can ever do enough good to deserve fellowship with a holy, perfect, righteous God? No, almost would mean we would still be forever lost.

Romans 4:4, 5 tells us that someone who works for their salvation does it out of a sense of duty, of owing God; while someone who realizes he could never work enough, lives under God’s grace. I do feel I owe God something. I owe Him my life, my all, my very best. I keep trying to give Him my best, and I often fail miserably, but He keeps loving me and giving me His best. He keeps showing me mercy, for which I am eternally grateful. I love Psalms 103, and in particular the verse that says, in part, “He remembers that we are dust.”