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With Michael Walker
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God does not attend the theater. He’s not interested in the Broadway special or the religious playbill of the evening. The performance He cared to witness already happened—and it cost Him more than any soul could afford to pay. That performance wasn’t done under stage lights, but under the weight of divine wrath. It was the crucifixion of His Son (Isaiah 53:10–11, “It pleased the Lord to crush Him…”). And it was enough (Hebrews 10:14, “For by one offering He has perfected for all time those who are sanctified.”).
He took His seat once—at Calvary—and what He saw satisfied His justice forever (Romans 3:25–26). So why are so many still trying to put on a show?
There are those who claim to follow Christ, but live as if His performance wasn’t enough. They continue acting. Striving. Rehearsing for the approval of men (Galatians 1:10). They’ve confused Christianity for casting calls. They still think God is in the audience, waiting for their standing ovation.
But Grace doesn’t audition.
Grace is unmerited favor—favor you didn’t and couldn’t earn (Ephesians 2:8–9, “For by grace you have been saved through faith… not as a result of works…”). It’s not granted to the most convincing actor. It’s granted to the most humbled soul (James 4:6), the one who realizes they can’t fake what only God can give.
Those who possess Christ understand this. They’ve walked off the stage. They’ve laid down the script of self-righteousness. They’re not trying to impress God with costume changes and Sunday smiles. They’ve stopped performing because they’ve been transformed (Romans 12:2, “Be transformed by the renewing of your mind…”).
The performer puts on the mask. The audience receives a new heart (Ezekiel 36:26, “I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you.”).
And that’s the difference between professing Christ and possessing Him (Titus 1:16, “They profess to know God, but by their deeds they deny Him…”).
The performer recites moral lines, plays the role of a “good person,” and judges others for missing their cues (Matthew 7:5). But the possessor knows that “good” isn’t a costume you wear. It’s a Person you’re given (Romans 13:14, “Clothe yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ…”). It’s not a performance—it’s a transfusion. Sin isn’t something you merely do. It’s something you’re infected with (Romans 5:12, “Sin entered the world through one man, and death through sin…”). And the only cure is blood—His blood (Hebrews 9:22, “Without the shedding of blood there is no remission.”).
That’s why Jesus didn’t die to critique your acting. He died to cleanse your bloodstream (1 Peter 1:18–19).
He didn’t die so you could act saved. He died so you could be saved (2 Corinthians 5:21). So you could be cured.
The performer still thinks the stage matters. They perform before crowds, before churches, before mirrors, forgetting that God is not entertained by behavior. He’s not grading your script. He’s checking for one thing only—a new heart (1 Samuel 16:7, “Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”). One that beats because the Holy Spirit breathes through it (Romans 8:11).
The performer sneers at the audience, confused by their joy, their boldness, their freedom. “Why don’t you dress better? Talk cleaner? Try harder?” they ask. “Why aren’t you worried about how you’re perceived?”
Because the audience isn’t trying to be perceived. They’re just trying to behold (John 1:29, “Behold the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!”).
Behold the One who already performed for them. The One who died in costume as us so that we could live as Him (2 Corinthians 5:21 again—“He made Him who knew no sin to be sin…”). The One who took center stage not for applause but for atonement (Hebrews 9:26).
Those in the audience know what they are: awakened spirits housed in infected bodies (Romans 7:18–25). They don’t pretend to be perfect. They just rest in the perfection that was performed on their behalf (Hebrews 4:10, “For the one who has entered His rest has himself also rested from his works, as God did from His.”).
The performer thinks sin is about breaking rules. The audience knows sin is a terminal disease—and they’ve received the cure (Romans 6:6–7). Though their flesh still limps with its lingering effects, their spirit runs free, raised and renewed (2 Corinthians 4:16, “Though outwardly we are wasting away, inwardly we are being renewed day by day.”).
The performer is exhausted. Always striving. Always acting. Always pretending to be good enough, holy enough, sorry enough. And deep down, they know they’re none of it (Isaiah 64:6, “All our righteous acts are like filthy rags.”). They wear religion like stage makeup, hoping it covers the scars.
But the audience knows the truth: the scars are sacred. Because He bore them first (John 20:27, “Put your finger here… See my hands.”).
The performer still lives in a play called the Law. But the curtain has fallen on that old production (Romans 10:4, “Christ is the end of the law for righteousness…”). The cross wasn’t a scene—it was the final act. It didn’t leave the audience in suspense. It ended with a cry: “It is finished.” (John 19:30)
The performer hears that line and keeps performing.
The audience hears it and begins living (Galatians 2:20, “It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me…”).
So let the performer judge. Let them quote scripts and sell tickets to their Sunday showcase. But don’t be fooled—God is no longer in the theater.
He left the building when the veil tore (Matthew 27:51).
He’s now seated in the hearts of those who stopped performing and started receiving (Colossians 1:27, “Christ in you, the hope of glory.”). Not actors, but children (Galatians 4:6–7). Not hypocrites, but healed ones. Not those who wear masks, but those who have been given new hearts.
Hearts that beat because they’ve been pierced (Zechariah 12:10).
Hearts that love because they were first loved (1 John 4:19).
Hearts that no longer cry, “Look at me,” but whisper, “Behold the Lamb.”