Why do we accept that his righteousness passes to us by Eating his Flesh and Drinking his Blood symbolically or otherwise?
I’m answering these not to fight with you – indeed, I’m not striving with you. I’m answering gently, understanding the pain of indecision.
His righteousness does not pass to us by the Last Supper at all. It passes to us by belief.
Abraham believed by faith, and it was reckoned him as righteousness.
And that’s how God set it up.
It’s so easy, we instinctively believe it can’t be right. We WANT to be able to do it our way.
If I can earn my righteousness somehow, by crawling to the Ganges river on our knees, we can stand with pride, “I did it.”
Christians say, “I didn’t do it. Jesus Christ did it, and offered it as a free gift. I just took it.”
Why is pride wrong?
Becuase, as I heard in a sermon today, pride made a Satan out of Lucifer. Your hands are polluted, dripping with the bloddguiltiness of your own sin. Everything you put your hands to take that, like the leper in the Torah who had to cover his lip and call out, “unclean! Unclean!” His house bacame unclean. His clothes became unclean.
Everything I touched became unclean by my sin. So any deed I did, such as spinning a thousand prayer wheels like the Tibetan Buddhists, is unclean as well. “Our righteousness as as filthy rags.”
So, you are powerless to save yourself.
Caiaphas examined Jesus Christ and pronounced him fit to die for the nation. Since prophecy included the Gentiles in with the Jews, and since a mixed multitude went up out of Egypt and recieved the Law along with the Jews… Gentiles too are included in this Jewish religion.
Christ died for your sins. All you have to do, like Abraham… is believe.
You’re in agony over this. I understand. When I was in Judaism, I knew it couldn’t help me. I begged God for a way, I rejected the faith of my people, walked away, and began a search through every religion I could find out about in the books.
I became convinced that Jesus Christ was the only way. But I couldn’t wrap my head around the Trniity. Once I was able to do that, I was able to cry out, “Abba! Father!”
And Jesus Christ saved me.
My salvation night was horrific. I wept for hours. I begged for forgiveness for what seemed like hours. And then I reached a point where I could no longer strive with God all night, like Jacob. And like my great great grandfather Jacob, I too said, “I will not let you go unless you bless me!”
And He did.
Stop striving. Accept. Repent.
And be free.