“Go back and tell Hezekiah, the ruler of my people,
‘This is what the Lord, the God of your father David, says:
I have heard your prayer and seen your tears; I will heal you.’”
2 Kings 20:5
The beginning of a true and lasting relationship with the Lord is in the valley of tears. There certainly are mountaintop experiences of joy in our Christian lives but it all must begin with tears—tears of repentance for our sin.
Such biblical truth is not popular in western society where we are taught that we are special, we are wonderful, we are of great worth. Such a view of unregenerate people contradicts the Bible. Scripture teaches us that we are soiled with sin, we are deformed by our transgressions, we are helpless and without merit apart from the Lord Jesus Christ.
Indeed all of humanity is made in the image of God, but the graffiti of sin is scrawled all over that image. The poison of our transgressions has defiled us. Paul writes in Romans 3:10 NIV
“As it is written: ‘There is no one righteous, not even one…’”.
The only perfect person is seen in our beloved Saviour.
If anyone would have a place in the family of God, they must come to the cross and confess their sin and call on the crucified One to take away their guilt and restore them in righteousness.
Have you come to this place in your life? Are you distressed by your sin or do you boast in it? Paul writes of the unconverted as delighting in their godless ways in Philippians 3:19 NIV
“Their destiny is destruction, their god is their stomach,
and their glory is in their shame. Their mind is set on earthly things.”
If we are to have eternal life we must turn from the life we have lived here in this world and cry to our Creator to save us in spite of ourselves. We must allow our tears to soak our confession of sin and then we will be heard.
Christian friend, look back on your past and thank God He brought you to the valley of tears where you forsook your self-centered ways and began the journey to heaven through believing on the Lord Jesus Christ as your own Lord and Saviour.
Nothing in my hand I bring, simply to the cross I cling;
Naked, come to thee for dress; helpless, look to thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly; wash me, Savior, or I die.