For I am convinced that neither death nor life… (Romans 8:38a)
If I get squished by a narcoleptic cement truck driver on my way to work, I will still belong to God. In fact, I will immediately be ushered into his presence, to spend eternity in his glory. I understand that.
You know…sorta.
But the “life” part, that’s something to chew on. Life can’t separate me from God, either. Because frankly, that’s the far more likely scenario of the two. There are so many things out there that are designed to separate us from God’s love. Everywhere you turn, there is darkness reaching for you. If it were up to you, your strength, you would be swept away.
But, of course, it’s not.
God is strong enough to hold you, even when sin and fear and insecurity and doubt and laziness and despair try to tear you out of his grasp.
I wouldn’t suggest that you go out of your way to test that promise, but you can trust it.
You can trust him.
I teach eighth graders—perhaps the biggest bunch of walking insecurities ever to grace the planet. So concerned with the approval of others, so lost as to their own identity. I am, of course, many years and many miles removed from Eighth Grade. Mostly.