by Dan Phillips
I have long heard (and long said) that the dearest word in a sinner's vocabulary is
grace. Of course, I still believe it is a dear and a powerful word — but another word is challenging its place in my heart.
It's struck home as I have been
preaching a series on the much-neglected letter to Titus. Among the many delights in this letter is Paul's repeated use of a particular title for Father and Son. Here are my translations of the relevant verses:
1:3 but He made His word apparent in His own seasons, in the proclamation with which I myself was entrusted, by order of our Savior God;
1:4 to Titus, genuine child in accord with our shared faith: grace and
peace, from God the Father, and Christ Jesus our Savior.
2:10 not embezzling, but instead exhibiting all good faith, in order that they might adorn
the doctrine of our Savior God in all respects.
2:13 looking forward to
the blessed
hope and appearance of the glory of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ;
3:4 But when the kindness and philanthropy of our
Savior God appeared,
3:6 Whom He poured out upon us richly through
Jesus Christ our Savior,
Many Greek manuscripts have “mercy” instead of “and.”
There it is, the glorious, lovely word:
Savior.
Note how Paul alternates: first, he calls the Father
Savior, then the Son; then the Father again, then the Son; and yet again the Father, then the Son. One pair in each chapter.
It is a lone word, but so packed with meaning, with instruction, with assurance.
First, in that word
Savior lies all my humiliation and self-denial.
Savior tells me that I am lost, helpless, hopeless, and without resources within.
Savior informs me that I do not merely need God's assistance or encouragement. I am not in need of a Partner, a Helper, an Enabler. I don't need a Co-Signer.
My case is far, far worse. My lot is not unfortunate or challenged; it is a disaster and a devastation. No part of this process can be left with me nor entrusted to me. God does not stand on the shore, calling to me "Swim harder! You can make it!"
No,
Savior tells me that I am floating placidly on the ocean bottom, without the least ability to do for myself. A hand out or a hand up would be wasted on me. Nothing less than a
Savior will do.

And,
second, God is that
Savior. This word tells me that Father and Son have undertaken — not merely to
try to save me, not to
offer salvation to me, not to
call me to salvation, but — to
save me. This puts the entire burden of the entire enterprise on their shoulders.
And such shoulders! This is the Father who authored the entire plan of salvation in the dim ages of eternity past! This is the Son who mediated creation and carries out the Father's plan, which involves the Father pouring out the Holy Spirit on me richly (
richly!) through Jesus the Son. Other shoulders would buckle; other would-be saviors could fail, would fail.
But if Father and Son commit themselves to be my
Savior, is there any chance of failure, any possibility of my ultimately being lost? Were that the case, given that God is "the unlying God" (Titus 1:2), He could not in all honesty have taken on Himself the grand and glorious title of
Savior. He would have had to style Himself "Salvation-Attempter," or "Good-Hearted Would-Be Rescuer," or "Benevolent Halfway Helper."
But glory to His name, both Father
and Son created, chose, and called themselves by a title that proclaims hope and assurance:
Savior.
This is worth a moment's more reflection. Suppose you were languishing in despair, and one of your fellow sufferers cried, "We're saved! Help is on the way!"
"Who?" you gasp.
"A bureaucrat!" came the reply.
Would you rejoice?
Then suppose instead that the answer was "It's... wait... yes, it's
God! It's the God who called the universe into being with a word, who gives life to all, who holds all the stars in His hand, and carries everything by the word of His power!
God is coming to save us!"
Would that be worth a cry of exultation?
That title
Savior calls me to look away from myself, from my every effort and trait and attribute. It bids me leave off constant morbid introspections, incessant spiritual pulse-taking. It beckons me to look to Gethsemane, to see the Son committing Himself to drain every last drop from the cup. It points me to Calvary, where He hangs forsaken by the Father,
not for His sins,
nor to "try to" save me from my sins, but to be able to end it all with the glorious shout "It is finished!"
It directs me to look to Father and Son, and to call God not only
Savior, which is marvelous enough; but, through the glorious Gospel, to call God
my Savior.