Easter Is for Black Sheep

Black sheep are often dis­par­aged, shunned, and avoid­ed. blacksheep2Yet God did just the oppo­site. He loved us so much, and yes, we all are black sheep in God’s fam­i­ly, that He sent His Son to die in our place and He was raised from the dead as a guar­an­tee of our eter­nal sal­va­tion. This is the mes­sage of Easter and our pas­tors at Flatland Church were the ones that preached on the black sheep.

Be sure to lis­ten to the pod­cast to get the full ser­mon. I will not be post­ing my ser­mon notes as usu­al but here is a quick sum­ma­ry. God loves black sheep, He hates so called white sheep — white sheep being those who go through all the motions of reli­gion but have no rela­tion­ship with the Father (see Matt 23 [show]ERROR: The IP key is no longer sup­port­ed. Please use your access key, the test­ing key ‘TEST
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). Be a redeemed black sheep, not a pre­tender white sheep. I real­ly loved one of Pastor Bart’s state­ments, “Jesus was the ulti­mate black sheep.” He was a black sheep to all the reli­gious lead­ers of his day. He was a black sheep to all the peple that were reli­gious. Yet, He was the per­fect, blame­less white sheep offered up on the cross. He was per­fect­ly accep­ti­ble to God the Father as the sac­ri­fice to take away the sins of the world. He res­cued us black sheep.

Ok. I had to laugh a bit because I sup­pose no one would con­sid­er me to be a black sheep. I didn’t rebel against God, go off and do all kind of wicked­ness or any­thing like that. Yet in my own way, I did rebel. I rebelled against the pre­tenders, the white washed graves that called them­selves Christians but were real­ly about the do’s and don’ts and not about hav­ing a rela­tion­ship with God. This is exact­ly what Pastor Bart said he did too. Maybe that is why I appre­ci­ate a lot of what Pastor Bart says and does.

We all are black sheep when it comes to our Heavenly Father. We all have gone astray. No mat­ter how hard we try (per­fect reli­gios­i­ty includ­ed), we can nev­er turn our black wool into pure white. And the won­der­ous thing is, God doesn’t expect us to! He knows we can not and often don’t even real­ize we need to. Yet there God is, with arms open wide invit­ing us back to Him through His Son.

I guess I have always felt a bit of a black sheep when it comes to God. I don’t feel that I can ever be wor­thy of His love, nev­er can be good enough to enter His pres­ence. And so, the mes­sage of Easter, that Jesus died and rose for me ever before I was born that I might enter into God’s pres­ence blame­less… well, it floors me. It is some­thing I am so thank­ful for.

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