I’ll be the second to admit, yesterday’s blog post wasn’t very inspiring or positive to put it lightly. I had a friend let me know that it sounded kind of…condemning, which wasn’t my intention at all. I think the word ‘sin’ has been culturally used in so many condemning settings and ways, that it is hard to use it without it being heard as an attack.
And to be fair, I was attacking. But I wasn’t attacking any person … I was attacking this thing in us. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of sin, of addiction, of depression. I’m tired of abuse, divorce, and neglect. I’m tired of injustice, apathy, and atrophy. I’m tired of hopelessness and despair. I’m tired of selfishness, greed, lust, and bitterness.
Basically I’m tired of the world being sick. One time two years ago I contracted a virus in my liver. I could not go to work, and I had a perpetual fever of 102. I was pretty much tied down to my couch for a good solid month. One morning I woke up and I remember being so angry that I was still sick. I was tired of being sick.
That’s why I wrote yesterday about sin…because I am tired of satan, the bully of this world, pushing people around and using sin to dominate people’s lives. I’m tired of people becoming slaves to their own choices.
That’s why I do what I do. Because I believe that God has delivered a mortal blow to the power of sin in our world through the person of Jesus of Nazareth, that sin was dealt with violently at the cross, and that the benefits of this are directly accessible through faith. I wrote about sin because so many people do not know that it no longer has power over them, and they don’t have to continue living the way they are living. I wrote about sin because even though its a theological word with a ton of baggage, its a spiritual reality that no practical advice, discipline, or psychology can explain, diagnose, or cure.