There is a verse in Luke 14 which is an old enemy of mine. I am always brought up short when I come across it, because I remember exactly how it made me feel when I first heard it being expounded.
‘This man began to build and was not able to finish’.
I remember nothing of what the preacher said, and I’m fairly sure that he didn’t set out to be discouraging. But, the message I received was one that spoke directly into my weakness and my self-knowledge.
‘You will end up by letting him down’, I thought, ‘so it’s better that you don’t identify as his in the first place’.
I thought. And Satan encouraged me in this. He knew that I was aware of my own lack of staying power. So, because of this, I wasted years of my life away from God. Looking down at my own feet, I began to sink, as every last one of us will.
What I didn’t know then is that my ability to persist in faith has actually got very little to do with that faith. It has, however, everything to do with the one in whom my faith is vested. He keeps me from wandering off from the task at hand. Only by his power and his love can I be certain of finishing the race.
Postponing your profession of faith is NEVER the right thing to do. I have heard people in their foolishness make a virtue of reluctance to sit at the Lord’s table. He doesn’t see it that way. This isn’t an attractive humility, but an inverted arrogance. Just as I stupidly believed I was somehow honouring the cause by staying quiet and staying away, you are putting blessing past yourself and others by refusing to give your life to him.
Holding back our profession of faith in Christ, doesn’t say, ‘I am not enough’.
In fact, it says, ‘Christ is not enough’. I can testify, though, that he is. Of course I lacked the tools to build the tower; but luckily, it doesn’t depend on me.