One day a few years ago, I told my husband with frank sincerity that I was tired of hearing him tell me, “Jesus loves you.” The phrase rang trite and superficial to my ears. I wanted and needed something deeper and more substantial, having become complacent with the story of how Jesus died on the cross for my sins.
With equal frankness, he countered, “You have a hard time with love. You can’t believe that Jesus loves you. Repent and believe the Gospel.”
Not only did I want to “move on” from the fundamental message of the Gospel, but thought doing so was a sign of Christian maturity. How have I gotten here? I diagnosed myself with “Gospel amnesia.” I had forgotten the goodness of the good news.
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