Assurance means more than being sure, even though that’s its root word. It refers to a certainty, but also to a pledge or a promise. For me, this sheds new light on Fannie Crosby’s old familiar hymn, Blessed Assurance.
I grew up singing it in church and playing it on the piano alongside my grandmother. But as a girl, I did not grasp the truth it proclaims. I find now that I appreciate the words of these classic hymns more and more as I grow more mature in my faith. (Okay, I’ll admit it - I’m growing more mature, period.)
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! Jesus belongs to me, and I to him. This belonging is a permanent relationship, one that began on earth and will continue forever in heaven. God promises this. And God cannot lie. It would go against His character. He is perfectly holy, honest and trustworthy. Jesus is my Savior – guaranteed.
O what a foretaste of glory divine! The knowledge of this promise brings joy and peace to my soul. But it is a mere appetizer of the joy and peace I will experience when I am in His divine presence in my eternal home.
Heir of salvation, purchase of God. Because God has adopted me into His family, I inherit the saving power of God. The power that raised Christ from the dead will lift me today and on my last earthy day. He redeemed me, bought me from the power of Satan and sin, by the price of His Son.
Born of his Spirit, washed in his blood. When we accept Christ as our Savior personally, we receive a new birth – a spiritual birth. The Spirit of God indwells us. His shed blood provides the purification for our sins, and we are a new creation.
And I will sing as long as I have breath:
This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long; this is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long.
I pray you are singing of your own personal blessed assurance, too.
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