And such were some of you. But you were washed, but you were sanctified, but you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus and by the Spirit of our God. –1 Corinthians 6:11

I do not know all of the Savior’s reasons for choosing the woman at the well. I know that His revelation of Himself to her constituted an everlasting rebuke to human self-righteousness. I know that every smug woman who walks down the street in pride and status ought to be ashamed of herself. I know that every self-righteous man who looks into his mirror each morning to shave what he believes to be an honest face ought to be ashamed of himself….

Jesus was able to see potential in the woman at the well that we could never have sensed. What a gracious thing for us that Jesus Christ never thinks about what we have been! He always thinks about what we are going to be. You and I are slaves to time and space and records and reputations and publicity and the past-all that we call the case history. Jesus Christ cares absolutely nothing about anyone’s moral case history. He forgives it and starts from there as though the person had been born one minute before. (A. W. Tozer)

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Some years ago, I remember laying down for a nap on a Sunday afternoon and waking to an interview with Linda Smith, founder of Shared Hope International. What she was talking about really gripped my heart as she described meeting some girls in India who had been sold into sexual slavery. The girls she met with had recently trusted in Christ as Savior but were still enslaved in some abominable conditions. It was these kinds of girls that Shared Hope seeks to rescue from the slavery they have been sold into. As Mrs. Smith described how freely these girls worshipped God — even in the brothel where they didn’t even have anything of their own, not even their dignity — it changed everything about how I view the comparatively minor things I have to deal with.

I subscribed to the Shared Hope Newsletter, and the very first one I got, featured a picture of a young woman who had been rescued from one of these Indian brothels and was wearing a beautiful white wedding dress standing next to a handsome young man who was now her husband.

In one of those unforgettable convergences that only God can arrange, the following Sunday morning, the pastor spoke about Ephesians 5:25-27.

Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it;

That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word,

That he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish.

As he started to talk about how it was as if God, out of the cesspool of human civilization, had taken a young lady from one of these brothels, cleaned her, given her new clothes, and now presents her to himself as his bride as a chaste virgin, I literally had a picture of exactly what he was talking about in my mind. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that picture. Every time I read those verses again, I have a picture in my mind of a young lady who has seen depths of human depravity that I will never know standing clean and pure with her husband on their wedding day. It reminds me of the end of the story — the day every believer in Christ is looking forward to:

And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of might thunderings saying, Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth.

Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honor to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself read.

And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints.

And he saith unto me, Write, Blessed are they which are called unto the marriage supper of the Lamb. And he saith unto me, These are the true sayings of God.

Bonus: Human trafficking and sexual slavery was still a relatively unknown issue when I first heard the interview with Linda Smith. Her organization and others like it have made a great deal of progress in bringing these things into the spotlight. If you think slavery in this country ended with the Civil War, think again.

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Suffering is a subject that seems to keep coming up in one way or another in the ladies’ Sunday school class that I lead – the suffering of the martrys, in particular, but also the suffering that simply accompanies being alive in a body and a world that is decaying.

The verse that my title today is taken from refers to the death of the saints, but I think it could equally be applied to the suffering of the saints. Listen to Peter:

. . . though now for a season, if need be, ye are in heaviness through manifold temptations: That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ.

So, in a week that has seen one saint enter the valley of suffering, and another saint testify of God’s faithfulness in the valley of suffering, I’m encouraged to know that the things I’ve been reading in the scriptures and teaching in my class are true. I’m encouraged to know that when it’s my turn, whenever that might be, that God will be there for me too. I’m encouraged to know that these things are precious in His sight, as well.

Thanks, Tom, for giving us a small taste of the worth of our Savior tonight.

I love the LORD, because he hath heard
my voice and my supplications.
Because he hath inclined his ear unto me,
therefore will I call upon him
as long as I live.
The sorrows of death compassed me,
and the pains of hell gat hold upon me:
I found trouble and sorrow.
Then called I upon the name of the LORD;
O LORD, I beseech thee, deliver my soul.
Gracious is the LORD, and righteous;
yea, our God is merciful.
The LORD preserveth the simple:
I was brought low, and he helped me.
Return unto thy rest, O my soul;
for the LORD hath dealt bountifully with thee.
For thou hast delivered my soul from death,
mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.
I will walk before the LORD
in the land of the living.
I believed, therefore have I spoken:
I was greatly afflicted:
I said in my haste, All men are liars.
What shall I render unto the LORD
for all his benefits toward me?
I will take the cup of salvation,
and call upon the name of the LORD.
I will pay my vows unto the LORD
now in the presence of all his people.
Precious in the sight of the LORD
is the death of his saints.
O LORD, truly I am thy servant;
I am thy servant, and the son of thine handmaid:
thou hast loosed my bonds.
I will offer to thee the sacrifice of thanksgiving,
and will call upon the name of the LORD.
I will pay my vows unto the LORD
now in the presence of all his people,
In the courts of the LORD’S house,
in the midst of thee, O Jerusalem.
Praise ye the LORD.

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Eight years ago today I experienced something that most people will look at you like you’re an alien from outer space if you mention – unless they too have experienced it, in which case there is a sense of instant brotherhood. I was Born Again, just like Jesus told an old Pharisee named Nicodemus he had to be before he could even see the Kingdom of God, much less enter into it.

Eight years out, what’s it like? I think I’m like the kid on Christmas day who just opened the biggest present under the tree, and inside the box found the one thing he wanted more than anything else in the whole wide world but was so sure he would never get because it was just too expensive that he never told anyone that’s what he really wanted. And yet . . . there it is in the box. Wonder. Joy. So much that it doesn’t quite seem real.

I still haven’t gotten over the wonder that Christ is really mine and that I am really his. I still have tears streaming down my face every time we sing in church about the fact that one day I will see him face to face. Me? After all the wretched things I’ve done? He loves me? He’s not ashamed to call me family? Just as I am? This is the wonder of all wonders.

I will glory in my Redeemer
Whose priceless blood has ransomed me
Mine was the sin that drove the bitter nails
And hung Him on that judgment tree
I will glory in my Redeemer
Who crushed the power of sin and death
My only Savior before the Holy Judge
The Lamb Who is my righteousness
The Lamb Who is my righteousness

I will glory in my Redeemer
My life He bought, my love He owns
I have no longings for another
I’m satisfied in Him alone
I will glory in my Redeemer
His faithfulness my standing place
Though foes are mighty and rush upon me
My feet are firm, held by His grace
My feet are firm, held by His grace

I will glory in my Redeemer
Who carries me on eagle’s wings
He crowns my life with lovingkindness
His triumph song I’ll ever sing
I will glory in my Redeemer
Who waits for me at gates of gold
And when He calls me it will be paradise
His face forever to behold
His face forever to behold

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