Romans 5:6-11
We Have Been Saved from Sin’s Penalty (vv. 6-7)
- Despite our weakness
- Regardless of our ungodliness
We Are Saved from Sin’s Power (v. 8)
- The demonstration of God’s love for us
- The determination of God’s love for us
- The deliverance by God’s love for us
We Shall be Saved from Sin’s Presence (vv. 9-11)
- Saved from God’s wrath
- Saved by Christ’s life
- Saved to rejoice
More to Consider
D.M. Stearns in Present Day Theology writes: "If you wish to know whether
a man is a theologian, turn to his Greek Testament, and if it opens of its own
accord to Romans 5, or you find the page warm and brown, you may safely
set him down as a devotee of the sacred science.". S. Lewis Chafer
A poor criminal stood before an Eastern monarch, trembling for his life. A
moment later his head was to be severed from his body. He asked for a drink
of water. They brought it, but his hand trembled so that he could not drink.
The king cried to him, "Do not be so alarmed; your life is safe till you drink
that water."
In an instant the glass was shivered on the pavement and the water untasted,
and looking boldly up to the king, the condemned man claimed the royal
word. The monarch smiled bitterly, and said, "You have fairly won your life:
I cannot break my word even to you. You are saved.".
Selected
Watchman Nee tells about a new convert who came in deep distress to see him. "No matter how much I pray, no matter how hard I try, I simply cannot seem to be faithful to my Lord. I think I'm losing my salvation." Nee said, "Do you see this dog here? He is my dog. He is house-trained; he never makes a mess; he is obedient; he is a pure delight to me. Out in the kitchen I have a son, a baby son. He makes a mess, he throws his food around, he fouls his clothes, he is a total mess. But who is going to inherit my kingdom? Not my dog; my son is my heir. You are Jesus Christ's heir because it is for you that He died." We are Christ's heirs, not through our perfection but by means of His grace. Watchman Nee.
The story is told of a monastery in Portugal, perched high on a 3,000 foot cliff and accessible only by a terrifying ride in a swaying basket. The basket is pulled with a single rope by several strong men, perspiring under the strain of the fully loaded basket. One American tourist who visited the site got nervous halfway up the cliff when he noticed that the rope was old and frayed. Hoping to relive his fear he asked, "How often do you change the rope?" The monk in charge replied, "Whenever it breaks!". Daily Walk, March 30, 1992.
