when He sees my heartbeat

His topic was not the gospel.
No mention of God was required.
That crowd fell in the "saved" category anyhow
He was there to be transparent before a crowd about his family.

Every thought was motivated by his relationship with God
Every train of conversation drove back to the central heartbeat of the gospel
Strong law. The reality of hell.
A call for repentance.

Simple faith.
Real belief.
Nothing "experiential"
Just pure truth

I heard a strong gospel presentation last night from a passionate man who took the topic of adoption and turned it around into a speech that will count in eternity. It was one of the millions of times that I have heard the simple truth of Scripture.

But the gospel never grows old to me
It still brings tears to my eyes
Maybe now more than before . . . because I feel so wretched and sinful before a holy God.
He has taken all of my self righteousness.

He sees past my "Christian up bringing"
He sees past a good reputation
He sees beyond a smile or gracious word
He sees me to my core

My core of pride
My core of selfish motives
My core of faithless living
My core of longing for things outside of His will or His timing

He has heard every thoughtless word
He has seen every wicked thought
He has watched me get angry
He has loved me when I pushed aside the voice of my conscience and fell

Then He suffered
Then He died in agony
Not because of who I am
But because of who He is

He is my magnificent God
One Whose love I cannot comprehend
My prayer of words melts into thoughtless, wordless weeping
I remain silent before a God who loves a wretch like me