Why did God save me?
I’ve focused on many different answers to that question, but I always seem to flit past the fact that I am saved on purpose. We are all saved on purpose, for God’s own purpose. Nothing about our salvation is accidental. I usually get stuck on grace and miss the purpose. And when I’m stuck on grace, I can very easily get stuck on me.
Grace is the unmerited favor of God, and it’s worth the volumes that have been written about it and so much more. I do not, in any way, minimize grace. Rather, I’m attempting to expose yet another way that I can take a gift of God and make it all about me, the receiver, at the expense of the Father, the Giver.
Sometimes when I’m reminded of grace, or reading about it, I hear a nasty voice saying, “Of course you need grace! You’re a poisonous blight on your whole world. Everyone and everything you’ve ever touched was all the worse for the encounter. You couldn’t earn a ‘hello’ let alone actual love!” It varies, of course, but that’s the gist of Satan’s accusation. And if I indulge that accusation by letting it in, I end up mad at God.
I once cried and yelled for 15 minutes after listening to that snake. “If I’m such a filthy, good-for-nothing pile of dirt that You have to don grace like a pair of gloves to even touch me, then why didn’t you make me out of something less disgusting than mud?!” Now, that doesn’t even really make sense, but it should easily illustrate the crazy that comes with receiving the lie that God isn’t good. My pride and ambition resent the very idea of love unearned. Grace means I’m not in control of the flow of the love and blessing, the favor of God. Like Cain with his rejected rutabagas, Satan knows when and how to push the button. After all, he birthed it.
We are saved on purpose.
Why am I telling all of this? Simple. Reading 2 Timothy reminded me that I was literally saved on purpose – God’s purpose. It isn’t just my existence that’s part of God’s plan; my salvation is too. And I found that when I focused on God’s purpose, I focused on Him. Not me.
What do You want from me? What do You have planned for my life? You’re GOD, so how could Your purpose include me from the very beginning? Who are You that You have purpose for a little carbon speck like me?
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven…
Ecclesiastes 3:1 KJV
To be saved by grace holds the warmth of love and forgiveness and security for me. In grace, I am a child, loved by my Father beyond the earthly calculations of my worth. It is precious beyond words. But to know that I am saved for “His own purpose” since “before time began?” That’s breathtaking in the sheer scope of wonder! I am pulled out of myself and into the great Mystery of God, the eternal I AM. This touches on the infinite horizon that I can barely conceive, let alone grasp. To even ponder it lifts me past all that I think I know and fills me with the inexpressible delight of His unknowable splendor.
He has made everything beautiful in its time. He also has planted eternity in men’s hearts and minds [a divinely implanted sense of a purpose working through the ages which nothing under the sun but God alone can satisfy], yet so that men cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end.
Ecclesiastes 3:11 AMP