Did you ever see the movie Space Jam? Man, I loved that movie when I was a kid! Cartoon characters and real people playing side by side, how awesome! And honestly, was there any better cartoon character than Bugs Bunny?
So for weeks after we had watched it my friends and I would relive its scenes, and sometimes my friend would sing a song from it. The song was titled, “I Believe I Can Fly” (which in my opinion was a very silly song). Whenever he began to sing that song I would say, “You believe you can fly, eh? Go jump off a building and see what happens!”
To this day I wonder what R. Kelly was thinking, or smoking, when he wrote, “I Believe I Can Fly.” Believing doesn’t make reality, despite what many people today seem to think.
Recently, I applied this thinking to my flesh. All those times when I thought I could earn my way to heaven, all those failed attempts to do good when I simply didn’t have the power to perform “good” in my flesh. It’s simply the fact that everything reproduces after its own kind, and since my father, Adam, was a sinner so are all his children.
Enter Jesus, born outside of Adam’s sin nature, He died for me and now I’m free from the bondage of flesh. But I still can’t do “good things” in the boundaries of my flesh, can I?
I just heard an amazing analogy that inspired this entire thought. A man was talking about this very thing, about how believing or trying really hard can’t make reality change. He said that religion, trying to earn your way to heaven, is like trying to fly. If we all went to the top of a building and jumped off we’d all fall and make a pile of dead bodies on the pavement. Absurd, right? But that’s religion!
So many people try to jump off a proverbial roof and fly but they can’t, and in the same way we can’t ever earn our salvation.
The Bible uses a term for what happens to us after we accept Christ’s gift. It says we become “in Christ,” and I like to think of it like getting into an air plane. When I’m in an air plane I can fly, but does anything about me change when I enter that air plane? Do I start flapping my wings or concentrating really hard on getting air to pass over and under the wings? No! On the contrary, I sit down and rest. So it is with Christ, my flesh is still weak, sinful, and unable, but I can sit back and trust in Him. Because when I’m “in Christ,” I fly!
“Do this and live, the law demands, But gives me neither feet nor hands. A better word the Gospel brings. It bids me fly and gives me wings.”
Just some thoughts from a sanctified sinner,