The truth is, every sin is hypocritical if we don’t simultaneously recognize our need for a Savior. Only Jesus is perfect but thank God his reticent grace points us back to his gospel to help us repent and change, repent and change, repent and change.
So today, remember what Christ has done for you. He died to make you debt-free. Repent, believe the gospel, trust Jesus’ sacrifice on your behalf. And come before the Father who offers grace, hope and peace to all who believe. Christian, it is for freedom that Christ set you free!
Be free, indeed.
When these words shoot through my brain or mumble out of someone’s mouth I immediately think, “Don’t say that.” I cringe because my theology of depravity only grows. When violence is common, abuse is normal and conflicts are abounding, our self-righteousness quietly slithers itself toward center stage of our broken world.
It's no shock when I'm impatient with my husband. He's slow and methodical. He doesn't do anything in a hurry. He’s the opposite of me in this way and I love it about him. It's clear I needed to marry a man who measures my temperament with his steadiness. This characteristic of my husband is a means of grace from God to help me grow.
It also drives me nuts.
Certain that true community and growth were only possible through unflinching vulnerability, I committed to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I shared all the gory details of my past and present struggles, heaping burdens upon willing listeners while remaining a safe distance from their attempts to speak truth into my life.
I realized something was really wrong in my heart when I continued to obsess over my wedding after it had taken place. Had everything been as I wanted it to be? Maybe if I had just changed a few things here, a few things there, then it would really have been ideal.
Dying to self is painful, but dying in miserable sin is way worse.
When we sin against God and the people around us, turning from that sin toward reconciliation actually begins with confession and then repentance . . . not just expressing emotional remorse. Of course we can still be sorry that we sinned, but to repent we also must ask ourselves, what are we really sorry for?
As a mother who has never aborted my child, if you are a mother who has, we are no different.
While Scripture tells us we do not have to live in miserable shame, I sometimes still want to hide from God. Can you relate? Even when I know He graciously pardons my guilt and covers my shame when I repent of sin and unbelief and believe in what God says is true, I don’t always live cleanly with Him in that mercy. I have a hard time shaking my shame.
I realized my jerk syndrome had gotten out of hand when a new friend genuinely apologized to me for using cloth diapers and making her own baby food. I cringed inside as she spoke realizing the very thing I hate about the mommy world – pervasive comparison – was what I inflicted upon her as I tried to explain my aversion to “mommy-ness.” Yes. I am the reverse-discrimination jerk mother. And what a fool I am to think myself outside of the supposed “mommy war” just because I despise it.
The very fact that I hate it tells me I am very much inside of it.
While it looks different for each person, the common denominator is that we all think we know exactly the best plan for our lives. We have an arrogant assumption that we should get exactly what we want, when we want it. We often have no consideration about what God’s Word has to say about our circumstances. We wallow in self-pity because we think it feels better than turning towards the cross. We don’t want things to be hard; we want an easy life, an easy way and an easy answer.
What about what I want? My desires are disappointed. I am tempted to grumble. As the Holy Spirit prompts my heart, I am slightly aware of this soul temptation. If I am angry enough, I just might throw a fit. In that moment when our hearts squeeze that desire tighter, we’ve become discontent and full of grumbling because we did not receive what we wanted. Discontentment and grumbling are best friends.