“I would like to learn just one thing from you: Did you receive the Spirit by observing the law or by believing what you heard? Does God give you his Spirit and work miracles among you because you observe the law or because you believed what you heard?” ~ Galatians 3:2, 5

I love Whataburger. I could eat at Whataburger twice a day for three weeks and be just fine. My lunch Whataburger is on Andrews Highway here in Midland and they know me when I walk in the door. They know my order. Number One with cheese and everything on it, extra onions. Unless the Pico de Gallo burger is back for a limited time. I ease into my corner booth with that burger and those piping hot fries and spicy ketchup and the latest issue of Texas Monthly or Christianity today and I’m good for like five hours. I love Whataburger. It’s easy and it makes me happy.

But it’s not good for me. It’s killing me. I know it, my doctor knows it, my family knows it. Whataburger is bad for me.

So Carrie-Anne lays down this law: No more Whataburger. Eat at Subway. Get the six-inch Black Forest Ham on wheat. No chips. Get the apple slices. You know, that’s a really good rule. It’s a good law. That commandment is holy and righteous and good. If I eat at Subway, it’ll benefit me greatly. I’ll enjoy a greater peace with my body and the freedom to tuck in my shirts. I should not eat at Whataburger.

But in the middle of the day, when it’s time for lunch, I get in my truck and…

If I go right out of the church parking lot, Subway is just right there. But if I go left and jump on Andrews Highway, Whataburger is just right there.

“I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do, I do not do, but what I hate to do. And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good… For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do–this I keep on doing! When I want to do good, evil is right there with me.  ~ Romans 7:15-21

I can’t keep the law because I’m hungry. And human. That doesn’t mean the law is bad. It means I’m bad. And faulty. And weak. Carrie-Anne’s going to get a notification and she’ll see the receipt even before I can get back to the church building. I know all this, but I do it anyway. The law is not bad, the rules are not bad–it’s just that the rules can’t save me. No matter how good and holy and righteous the law is, the law can never save me.

“What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God, through Jesus Christ our Lord!” ~ Romans 7:24-25

Christ Jesus is the only way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through him. The grace of God and the love of Jesus is the only way that works. So, there’s only one thing that matters.

“The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love.” ~ Galatians 5:6

Peace,

Allan