Transformations

To repent = μετανοέω = think differently or afterwards, that is, reconsider.

The Greek word also carries the meaning of aligning ones thoughts with God’s.

My different repentance experiences have been as follows:

From New Age to Jesus. That was a relief because I didn’t have to save myself any longer.

From law to grace. That was indeed a tremendous relief.

From the idea that God was stingy, to seeing His generosity. Boy, that was a relief.

When I grasped that even sanctification wasn’t a work of mine, I was immensely relieved.

When I understood that God isn’t angry I became very, very relieved.

When I discovered the mystery, Christ in me; I was relieved beyond measure.

When I have had glimpses of my inheritance as a son, I have been joyfully relieved.

Each new discovery about the height and the width of God’s love has been reassuringly relieving.

Finding out I was dead was a dreadful relief, but being raised up as a new creation was a supernatural relief.

Discovering my new identity was a wonderful relief.

When I was convinced that my salvation was eternally secured, I became relaxingly relieved.

My experience has been that repentance equals experiencing relief. Instances when I have repented in the religious sense of the word (i.e. remorse, regret, and etc.) have almost, without exception, been a disaster because it has led to rededication; new promises and more works to satisfy a Person who already is gratified. In retrospect, I can see that those instances did not change me a tad.

He has transformed me, and each transformation has been a consequence of love followed by a sigh of relief on my part.

My latest act of repentance was yesterday. My thoughts went as follows: “I don’t quite understand this; why are so many responding to the stuff I write, and why are there so many out there who asserts I am a blessing to them? I am just a simple teacher from Norway” Then a familiar voice interrupted: “You, my silly boy, have you read anywhere that Jesus said He was just a simple carpenter from Nazareth?” I grasped the point immediately, and repented with a sigh of relief. (Btw, God speaks Norwegian fluently.)

By Ole Henrik Skjelstad

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