I wrote this post last week, but found that I just wasn’t ready to post. Even today, every time I think about areas of my life where I can be unwilling to recognize my sin for sin, where I resist the urgings of the Holy Spirit I feel like I’d rather just move this post to the draft pile and forget about it. Yet, that is exactly what I believe Satan wants us to do–ignore our sin, bury it, deny it, disregard it–do any thing but admit it and lay it at the cross. So today I post anyway. Take that you, devil, you.”
Today is a freaky Friday, indeed. There’s been a lot of clamor around this week about rights, discrimination, sin, judgments and what not. I have to admit I’m struggling. In fact, as I sit here typing I find myself on the verge of tears when I think about where we are as a country and as the church.
I was seriously blown away by the number of Christians who are choosing to accept immorality as morality. Right now, I am talking about sexual immorality, but it’s more than just that. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Somewhere along the line, we decided that what used to be wrong just isn’t any more.
We’ve decided that gratuitous violence, some forms of murder, witchcraft, sorcery, profanity, vulgarity, and sexual innuendo are our cultural norm. I can’t quite tell what we think of adultery anymore. I think we think it’s wrong when it happens to us or someone we love, but otherswise, it is perhaps a sign of our times and we are supposed to accept it and learn to deal with it. Lack of respect for authority is prevalent, and we celebrate greed and materialism.
Is it our move to tolerance? Or are we simply, like Romans 1 says, becoming fools in our claims to be wise?
But here’s the freaky thing about today. Good Friday. On the day we set aside to remember Christ’s entry to Jerusalem where He spent His last days before willingly surrendering His life for our sin, we seem to have decided there is no sin anymore.
And if that is true, then why did He go? Why did He die? Y’know? I mean, He died for our sin, but if there is no sin, then His death was in vain. I know we know better, and I know He did not die in vain, and I know it just amplifies His love for us even more, that not only while were sinners did He did for us, but while we didn’t even know we were sinners, Christ died for us.
But how did we get to the place where we think we get to decide what is sin and what isn’t? How did we reach this level of pride?
And how can we go on day after day acting like we are doing nothing wrong?
I mean, seriously, how can celebrate His power over sins we don’t even acknowledge it exists? And how can we pick and choose to embrace certain promises, Scriptures and claims yet throw others out? And what about these equal signs? As believers, didn’t we, when choosing to follow Christ, lay down our rights? Didn’t we agree that we would suffer for the cause of Christ. That we would follow Him no matter how the world treats us? Didn’t we agree to rejoice if we were persecuted for doing good? And do we, as Americans, even know yet, what real persecution is? The Romans 8 “trouble, hardship, persecution, famine, nakedness, danger or sword because of my faith” kind of trouble?
It feels to me, that this year, unlike any other I can remember experiencing that we are very much like those who lived in the days of Jesus shouting “Hosanna!” one day and “Crucify!” less than a week later. And for me, that makes this a very Freaky Friday, indeed.