Galatians 3:27 – “For as many of you as have been baptized into Christ have put on Christ.”
Want a scripture that will shake your world? Read that one. No, really…read it again. And then meditate on it. And then study it. And then meditate on it again. And then study the Greek. And then ask for revelation. And meditate some more. What will you get?
A WRECKING BALL TO YOUR MINDSET & A NEW WARDROBE.
My personal testimony has not always been what I would call…earth-shattering. I was not delivered from drugs, alcohol or a prostitute drug out of the crack house. I never felt like my “testimony” was important, that it would make a difference.
But, it’s the only story I know. It’s the only way to God I have. See…
I grew up in church.
My parents are still married.
I was not a “bad” kid.
My family would be considered “normal”.
No one would think “Oh, poor white girl has it rough”, I was not ever in need of food, clothes, an education…or if I was, my parents never let me know. I lived in a “safe” world…or so you would think so from looking at my outside.
So, here’s my story…
I WAS A MESS.
(I am getting ready to open my closet. You’re going to see my skeletons…)
I was eaten up with: woundedness, hurt, bitterness, jealousy, apathy, gluttony, striving, ambition, competition, self-righteousness, selfishness, anger, worry, anxiety, sexual impurity, discouragement, orphan thinking, criticalness, pride, lukewarmness, performance orientation, guilt, shame, frustration, cycles, addiction, spitefulness, cynicalness and idols.
(I am sure there are more you can add here…)
My outside story might have not looked detrimental to my spiritual health, but the inside of me was filthy and suffocating the life out of me. These things that I carried as baggage were things I wore daily with a smile, hugs, moods, cunning remarks, sarcasm and witty comments. I hid them in different ways, to suppress the hurt and make YOU think I was okay.
But I never was okay.
I was allowing SIN to penetrate so deep within my spirit, I was a disease to other believers. I was a disease to the non-believer. I was diseased and I was spreading my ugly, nasty, filthy germs EVERYWHERE.
The past 7 years I have been on a new type of journey in my walk with Christ. I have tackled several of these issues only to find myself back in certain cycles, not fulling taking on the “freedom” the Word of God promises me. But it wasn’t because Jesus didn’t do His part…it was because I wasn’t doing mine.
See, I liked wearing some of those titles. They were comfortable. Some gave me attention. Some allowed me excuses to stay the same in some areas. Some people continued to bring up my past and I felt like I could never get over the fact that I was a manipulative, critical, rude and un-Christlike lady. I never really PUT THESE THINGS OFF.
Galatians 3:27 tells us that we are baptized into Christ AND that we PUT ON Christ. To put “on” in the Greek is endyo. It means “to sink into one’s clothing” & “to clothe oneself”. The problem that I have been having in my walk for YEARS is that I never put off those things to put on Christ. I was trying to put Christ on OVER those things to hide them, rather than allowing the robes of Christ to disrobe my sin. Instead of undressing and allowing myself to be seen for who I was, I was going with this “layered” look in the Spirit.
I WAS TRYING TO BE WHAT I THOUGHT EVERYONE WANTED ME TO BE.
WHAT I THOUGHT EVERYONE THOUGHT I SHOULD BE.
THE RESULT WAS… I WAS NOT ME & I WAS NOT FREE.
Now this is not to say that I have mastered this by any means, but there has been such a revelation to me about putting on Christ, that I am finding so many other things I have dressed myself in other than Christ, that I am “cleaning out my closet”. I am “spring cleaning” in the Spirit, getting rid of these filthy rags that He has been trying to get me out of for years! He is standing there holding my white robe of righteousness, waiting for me to just strip down so He can dress me in the riches that He has set aside for me.
After all, if you continue in Galatians 3, in verse 29 Paul writes that I am an HEIR.
An HEIR deals with royalty.
For years, I have chosen the rags over the robes.
I have chosen my sin over sanctification.
I have chosen to live in falsehood and not freedom.
I have chosen to live in the past instead of letting go to live in the present.
I have chosen comfort over the King.
But, today…I choose a new wardrobe. A robe. A beautiful white robe.
And tomorrow, I will choose it again.
And again. And again. And again.
I will have to put off daily, to put Christ on daily.
I have to change my clothes daily in the physical, why wouldn’t I change my clothes daily in the spiritual?
Put off the rags. Put on Christ. Put on
A NEW WARDROBE.