Prompted by a song on the radio, Air1 to be exact the song went something like:
Please tell me how far the east is from the west.
(and then a bunch more lyrics, and then)
From one scarred hand to the other…
I started thinking as I walked in from the parking garage. (thoughts in quotes)
"I visited a church one time where they were teaching people to be good, and to be honest and to treat other people well. They even had hymnals and a weekly service. They used the Bible as one of their texts and had pictures of Jesus scattered around the building. But it was clear that they missed it. Sin was not a problem to be solved. Morality was the nail they were hammering. "
I started to feel sad and create fake conversations in my head whereby I could gently expose the problems therein to these very fine mislead people. "Sin is the issue!," I argued to myself. "Don't you see that without sin the cross is a cruel joke? Even worse than that if you are inventing a morality with lipservice to the cross but denying its real essence!" I just about had myself convinced, when the pang of conviction raised the question in my mind.
"What about you?"
"You know the essence of the cross and the gospel of the completely changed life. Of an inheritance that you don't deserve and aren't really in line for. But how is your heart any different? In fact they are probably more moral than you. They are kinder and gentler and more thoughtful to others than you are. Their families are stronger and more loved than yours. So do you get it? Or did you just get a flash of it once. A taste.."
I then arrived at the office typed this blog and told myself to shut up so I could get some work done.
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