When I forget God and lumber through life as though I had
control, as though it is I who I am suppose to please, God and His people weep
for me. (Jer 9:1; Jer 14:17). For they know there will be a wasteland in my
life, eventually I will feel the holes. He urges me and pleads with me to take
care of my soul toward the LORD. (Jer 51:50,51) There will always be valleys,
but if I allow even sinful thoughts such as bitterness and resentment, tears
flow from His eyes. (La 2:1)
And sin is not new. It has been in man since Adam first lied
to God. It is in the first chapter of the book I follow when I decided to tear
myself from the Father. It is my false religion, those ideas and memories I
love so much and want to follow and believe in but can’t because ideas,
thoughts and memories vanish like grass in a fire. Unless the wisdom comes from
God and that can only be if I understand and follow and write on my heart His
Word. It is a false religion that believes that if it’s constituents follow
traditions and festivals that are but a shadow of what Jesus is then it will
win others to the truth. Truth? What truth? How can I win someone to the truth
when I am practicing a lie? It is a false religion that demands and cajoles me
to give and give and give without even speaking to God, without daily prayer
and supplication, it is a false religion that convinces me that I can give and
then I have done my good deed for the day. It is that false religion that God
hates, absolutely despises, and makes Him cry, because I am in fact only
worshipping an image of God and not who God really is. The truth is, I don’t
really know God. And I am sinning because He so desires, it is such a part of
His will, and from the beginning was His decision not to force me to follow Him
daily, only as sage advice from the Word made flesh that if…then statement of
If you take up your cross and follow me…That is following the LORD, the Adonai,
the El Shaddai, the leader, the Father. He puts His laws in front of me and the
consequences and tells me to make up my mind. Much like the police, they don’t
force me to follow the speed limits, but they give me a choice to follow the
laws or accept the consequences. I must count the costs of sin. And it is when
I decide that the high cost of sin doesn’t matter , that only my pleasure does
then I have in my heart sinned, and it is a matter of time when I will carry
out what my heart wants to do, uncontrollably, destructively, selfishly.
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