Practical Proverbial, from Jude, 7 December 2020 Today’s topic: He Still Is

Yet these people slander whatever they do not understand, and the very things they do understand by instinct—as irrational animals do—will destroy them.  Jude 10 (NIV).

Danger, my friend.   If you wade too deeply into your favorite pet sin, it won’t be long before it feels completely normal to you.   But before that happens, it’ll start to destroy you.  Mind you, it might feel ok, even great for awhile.   But it’s killing you.   You don’t even show symptoms.   It’s like an undiagnosed cancer inside you.   It won’t be long until it grows out of control, however.  It won’t be long until you are in over your head, navigating through matters and ways you don’t fully understand.   Your adversary understands them, though.   He struts around like a roaring lion, but when the light is shined on him, he’s a dying fungus.

And still, you’re sick with that fungus.   It’s that cancer, destroying your healthy tissue.   It’s an infection; I’m done in through and through with it; so are you.   Got skin?   Got sin.   Worse, even:   it seems like it’s woven into our cells, into our DNA.   Sin is like the HIV virus.   It takes over healthy cells and replicates itself over them, fooling the healthy cells in the process until it opens you up to even worse things.

The cure?  Go to the cross.   Especially in this whacked-out year, go to the cross.   No, run to the cross.   Bring your brokenness and confess that your brokenness is all you’ve got.   Bring your sins, your filthy sins.   Bring your guilt, your shame, your worries, your fears, your pride.  Bring your best because your best has turned into nothing good. Bring your secrets, your hidden ‘achievements,’ your worst nightmares.   Bring them all to the cross. 

Bring it, baby.   Guess what?   The man who hung there?   He wants it.   He wants all your filth because He wants to grab it away from you.   He’s the only one who can.   On your own, you’ve already screwed up big; you can’t do it.   Only Jesus can.  

I have a hunch about it, too.   Once you’ve given up all that mess that you made, you’ll find out that He came to you first, not the other way around.   You’ll find out He sought you out when you were at your worst.   That He sent His holy angels to battle on your behalf in wars we’ve never seen in action.   That He Himself waded into the foul pool of your sins to rescue you when you got in over your head.   When you were sick.

Are you sick of wandering like a hunted animal in the wild?  Are you sick of the dangers yet, of the sickness?   Ready to let go?  He’s ready to help now.   He always is.

For further reading:  2 Peter 2:12, Jude 11

Lord Jesus, help me!   Rescue me now!

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