Beyond Redemption

By Scott Keith

As many of you may know, I am a zealous advocate for doing apologetics. Apologetics is defined as the defense of the Christian faith. The simplicity of this definition, however, does not help one understand the complexity of the problem of defining apologetics. There is a great diversity of approaches when approaching the task of doing apologetics. Accordingly, I have learned and practiced apologetic techniques myself, and I have spent many years teaching them to others. For the most part, I use the evidential argument, but there are other methods as well.

But that is not the subject I want to discuss today. Today I want to tell you a story about the reality that sometimes an intellectual argument is not what stops people from approaching the cross of Christ. Sometimes there are other factors. Sometimes people only feel that they are beyond redemption.

I want to tell you a story. In 2001, I moved our family from Lake Arrowhead, California to Carson City, Nevada. There were many good reasons for the move, but mainly we moved to be closer to family. My mother, grandmother, and great-aunt and uncle both lived in Minden, only 20 miles from our home in Carson City. Among many great blessings that came from our move, the one that struck me the most was getting to know my Great-Uncle Al, my grandfather’s brother. My grandfather died when I was 12, and it was truly a pleasure to get to know Uncle Al better.

The hitch was that Uncle Al was not a Christian. He had spent many years as an alcoholic, and as a result, he had destroyed his first marriage and split up his family. He had been clean and sober for many years and had re-married before I was born. In fact, his second wife was the only great-aunt I had ever known. He was a great man in many ways, but he was also dealing with the consequences of his deeply flawed past.

Over the years, we had many conversations regarding the Christian faith. In fact, I had over a decade to employ all my best apologetic arguments. From my perspective, both the Gospel I preached to Al and the apologetic techniques I used in our discussions all came to naught, falling on fallow ground.

Don’t get me wrong. Al was not opposed to Christians or Christianity. In fact, he supported me both emotionally and financially through my Ph.D. in systematic theology. He loved me, I believe, and he did his best to lift me up as pursued advanced degrees. Again, in many ways, he was a very good man. In fact, toward the end of his life, I was serving part-time in a local congregation, and he would often show up and sit in the front row to hear me preach and teach.

At the ripe old age of 95, Al became very ill. I was never sure what he had. It seemed that age was finally catching up to him. Many days I went to visit him in his hospital room and by his bedside at home to comfort him. He had no pastor; he only had me. And then on New Year’s Eve, I got a call from Al’s wife as Joy and I were heading out to dinner. She told me Al was dying, and he wanted to see me. We adjusted our meal plans and headed over to see Al. When we arrived, I sat down next to him and started “shooting the breeze” about nothing. Al quickly grew weary of my beating around the bush and spoke up, saying, “Don’t you have something to say to me?”

Befuddled by his straightforwardness, I took a deep breath, stood up, put my hand on his head, and with a trembling voice, said, “In the name of Christ, I forgive you of all of your sins.” Perhaps I had no right to do this. But Al needed forgiveness right then and there. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes and said, “If you knew even half of what I have done in my life, you would not say that. I am beyond redemption. In fact, if you knew me, you would not even come into my house.”

Again, I took a deep breath and sat down. I looked at Al in the eyes again and said, “Al, Christ knows better than you all that you have done in your life. He has taken all of your sins on Himself, and all that is left is for you to stop diving down into the mire of all of your past shit and believe on Him.” “In fact,” I said, “He has set up the means even to give you that belief.” “Again,” I said, “your sins are forgiven in the name of Christ.”

Tears were now streaming from his eyes and falling from his chin to his lap. He looked me dead in the eyes and said, “I believe.” I said, “And you are forgiven.”

Maybe the years of hearing the Gospel had softened the soil of his dead heart. Perhaps my years of “doing apologetics” with him helped some. Perhaps on his deathbed he finally realized that where Christ is concerned, no one is beyond redemption. Al died in Christ six days later. I proclaimed the Gospel at a private funeral for him two weeks after his death. I stood over his grave speaking the words “ashes to ashes and dust to dust” and declaring that we stand there in the sure and certain hope of the resurrection of the dead and the life of the world to come.

My friends, you are not beyond redemption. You have never been. Christ death is sufficient for all, even Christians. You can do nothing; you will do nothing to contribute to his work on your behalf. Apart from Christ, there is no hope. In Christ, all hope will be fulfilled. “And to the one who does not work but believes in him who justifies the ungodly, his faith is counted as righteousness” (Romans 4:5). This is Christ for you. In Christ, there is no such thing as beyond redemption.

2 thoughts on “Beyond Redemption

  1. “Uncle Al” was affirmation of the fact of election. Although it did not happen until he was 95 years old, it was in God’s provision and perfect time that He would not allow Uncle Al to slip into eternity unsaved and among the multitude of the lost. He used you as the instrument of reassurance of his salvation through Christ alone, and as he passed away from this world to the next, your great uncle finally grasped the idea of grace. No doubt as he slipped into unconsciousness he finally felt secure, resting in Jesus as millions of other weary souls have done. If you think of the “other” possibility, that he could have died in bitterness, wrongly believing his long life was in vain, believing his sins too numerous, too egregious, too much for God to forgive. In my view, in his private despairing moments over days and years of his long life, he reached out to the Lord, pleading for a peace of mind which eluded him for so long. But God is gracious and righteous, and in the end, He saves whom He will. Someday…you will see your great uncle again.

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