I tend to take my salvation for granted. And when I do stop to thank Jesus for his profound love and sacrifice, I still underestimate the gospel.
By forgetting I’m a Gentile. I shouldn’t belong in Jesus’s family. I shouldn’t have access into this incredible mystery of divine grace.
But I do. And I’m learning to be deeply thankful for it. I was grafted into Christ’s family—welcomed as a child and heir (Gal. 4:7)—for a purpose. Paul states it clearly:
For I tell you that Christ became a servant to the circumcised to show God’s truthfulness, in order to confirm the promises given to the patriarchs, and in order that the Gentiles might glorify God for his mercy (Rom. 15:8-9).
So we have hope. We glorify God for the miracle of salvation—made even more miraculous by the truth that we shouldn’t belong. And yet we do.
“Praise the Lord, all you Gentiles, and let all the peoples extol him.” And again Isaiah says, “The root of Jesse will come, even he who arises to rule the Gentiles; in him will the Gentiles hope” (Rom. 15:11-12).