They love to say that the Gospel is free. Well, it is free. Like the free public clinic sitting at the corner of the street. Do they just mean the water?
It is free; and the man handing out gospel tracts know it.
It is free, but we don’t like free things too much.
Buy a macdonald kids meal and you’ll receive a ratty free gift that our kids are better off without. You would venture into trying that “free facial” but don’t these things come with a price at the end?
When you say “it’s free!”, we immediately conjure up a catch somewhere, and get the impression that the giver simply can’t wait to get rid of the freebies.
We’ve grown cautious and free is a dirty word.
So… in our minds a free public clinic is somewhat false advertising; and even if it was free… it’s for those who can’t afford it. And those tracts? Probably sandwiched with subscriptions that will never see the light of day.
I am wary of freebies. But this freebie, this one of gospel, grace and God… it gives me none of those cheap creeps.
In fact, there has never been another story in history that offers the most valuable thing in the world to its inhabitants so graciously, without any strings attached.
Unless there’s such a thing as a free massage chair, there isn’t another free gift that can change your life forever.
The gospel is free but it cost a certain someone everything. Angels and demons don’t even qualify for this offer. I have trouble believing I’ve won free truffle fries and now I’m supposed to believe God has paid my debt and I’m on my way to heaven? What atrocity is it that this grand gift doesn’t come with a price tag!
That free clinic over there? It cost a doctor’s money and passion. The tract distributor? His time and energy.
The free gospel? A set of three heavy rusted nails driven into fragility, precious blood to flow, and death; it cost the life of God.
“I won’t charge you by the number of times that you think you need to come for church services. Nor do I swipe from your spiritual credits when you sing worship songs half-heartedly. I don’t exact or demand for your suffering to then bless you. But there’s something I want, and that is for you to pay me…
Pay me the attention that I desire from My creation. That’s you. It’s your attention I want. Your smile, your thoughts on Me, songs of thanksgiving. I promise you that this journey doesn’t have to be free in the way the world sees it- its cheapened meaning. There’s nothing cheap about my love for you, nothing boring. It’s the richest journey you’ll ever take.”
It is the most expensive free gift of all.
What kind of a Giver would love like that?
The free gospel is unquantifiable grace; a million times over.