We fiddle about with food and drink, sex and friends while saying, ‘Christ is King.’ Yet more often than not the food, the drink, the sex, the friends are king and queen. We say our thoughts are consumed by the cross, the Gospel of Jesus Christ, but they’re not. We wonder more about the girl in the coffee shop than the weightiness of our sin and the removal of just wrath.
While confessing sin we do so with dry eyes. There is not sorrow for our affronting a holy God. No weeping for the bird we are flipping his way. No brokenness for causing wrath in the one we ‘love.’
Our sin runs deeper than we know. It inhabits the darkest folds of our hearts. We think it’s been uprooted and thrown away, but we do not realize uprooting our sin means finding its root. Like finding the roots of Mt. Everest we have an impossible job, yet we think we’re fine, we think we’ve figured it all out.
Hearing about a bloody, gory, puss infused, feces coated cross we sigh and feel warm inside. When Jesus is described as an unrecognizable hunk of meat writhing on the tree we wonder what’s for lunch. When the tomb is painted as empty we think, ‘Good, cause I’m worth it.’ More often than not Scripture leaves us feeling tired rather than distraught, humbled, and broken.
We are a disgusting people, a base people, and a sinful people. The longing to be so infatuated with Jesus everything else pales in comparison may be real, but we are weak and easily pleased. We’ve lost our objectivity indeed we never had it. Rather than aiming high we shoot for the mire.
But he will be glorified. He will be honored. He will be seen as the just and the justifier. He will break through our gates letting in his glory. Whether we want him to or not is irrelevant. We can’t stop him. He will do it.
“Create in me a clean heart,
For I have turned my face from You
Teach us of Your ways oh God
For we have turned away from You
Lord have mercy”
“We will run to you
Turning from our sin we return to You
Father heal your world
Make all things new”
“Your love and mercy build and shape us
Break us and recreate us now
Lord have mercy.”
Lord have mercy.
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