Where's your confidence? Are you a faker, like me, or the real deal?
Where's your confidence?
As a teen, mine was in how pretty I could be, how thin I could be, how good my grades were, how well I pleased the adults in my life, how happy my boyfriend was with me, and on, and on, and on ...
How about you?
And even after I met the Lord, I still worked to keep up the image. To be the good girl. The perfect pastor's wife. And I was pretty good at it. I knew how to fake flesh confidence.
His ancestry was pure. His lineage was desirable. His pedigree was without one single blemish. He had reason to be proud of his family heritage. What about you? How do you rely on your family name to open doors for you?
His knowledge of religion was perfect. And it had been since he was a little boy. He had memorized so much scripture. He made his Sunday school teacher happy. What about you? Does your religious knowledge make you feel good about yourself?
He was zealous in his religious passion. His faith was not a private faith. He actively stood against those who believed differently than him. His zealous persecution of Christians won him brownie points with religious leaders. What about you? What religious activities do you use to impress people?
On God's tally sheet, he had all check marks. He kept the religious law perfectly. There were no skeletons in his closet. He was absolutely irreproachable. God was so lucky to have Paul on his side. What about you? Does your good girl record give you confidence that your entry to heaven is certain?