What can Christ do?
He can save me from my sins. From the guilt. From the condemnation. From the eternal consequences. But I must let Him.
He can give me the abundant life of God. But I must let Him.
He can inspire me with hope, grant me real peace, empower me with steadfastness and earnestness. But I must let Him.
He can make me a fisher of men. He can make my life a teacher for good. He can make me a true servant of righteousness. But I must let Him.
What is this dirty, ragged robe of a life I’ve made for myself compared to the new life, the glorious garments Christ will give me if I will only come to Him empty-handed, if I will only let Him take off my rotten grave wrappings, if I will let Him burn those old rags and clothe me with “radiant garments, extremely white like snow, such as no soap on earth could ever whiten”?
I must let Him.