I have been thinking of the charades that we all put on to protect our weaknesses. Rather than facing our fears and cleaning out old wounds we develop new wounds, or callouses to protect the indefensible. Where pride lingers often insecurity lay not too deep below the surface hiding, protected by false bravado and gifted by attention. Many times I want to cry but the straw man having no emotion feels no need of sadness, love, pain or delight, he simply is, concealing the sensitivity of reality, isolated, safe and dry. I see many determine that they hold the key to storytelling, judgment and faith. Nothing outside their understanding can possibly be pleasing to God, so they denounce every gift external to their sense of righteousness. All this done to conceal the wicked nature of their own sinful breast, a man seated inside who condemns the world and in so doing pronounces himself sane, sanctified and safe.
This world is lost not because it cannot see the truth but because it does everything possible to hide from the painful, soul-shaking reality of the truth. That truth that we have no power, authority, ingenuity or possession capable of setting us free. That all power and authority is external to us, stripped down we are shameful, naked, cold, tired and helpless. Daily convincing ourselves that if we can get a certain amount of food, dollars, beer, attention or sex that we will have conquered the reality we seek to cage eternally. This masquerade is not life but killing time waiting for the inevitable death that faces all men. There is not one person I have met that doesn’t have something to protect, hide, shield, conceal or just plain ignore, hoping that if the knowledge remains their own that somehow it all becomes nil. That somehow the nothing that became everything will suddenly return them to a zero status freed of history, shame and guilt, eternally void.
I am a sinner, I am not proud of it but that remains the truth,no matter how much I wish it were not. I can dress myself up, and recreate my character in altered geographies, jobs, relationships and education levels but a sinner I remain. That is until I met Christ, until he set me free from my charade and slavery to unrighteousness. Now I don’t have to hide the weaknesses, wounds and shame, they are simply taken away by the Spirit of God Living inside of me, cleaning me from the inside out. I am not afraid of my emotions, anger, fear, sadness, loneliness and shame are all indicators of where I stand in my daily walk with the Lord. Just like the law they provide a mirror, telling me each day, the point upon the path where I currently reside. They give me something to pray about, something to ask God for, and something to remind me of my humanity, but my own feelings are not something from which I should run. They are assisting in my guidance, just as my conscience tells me what I know to be right and wrong. They are ropes strung along the path to keep me straight even in times of darkness and doubt. I may feel lost at times, but I “Know” that God is there and will never leave or forsake me.
Today I see men playing with fire, trying desperately to attempt something of which history will speak well of them. I have to ask, if I fail though I gave it my all and reached my end, but at my last moment I unlocked the prison door for someone else or left example that allowed them to find Christ and be set free, was my effort a waste? Let us even say that no one else saw a single moment of victory before I lay there perishing, my life to them, apparently invalid. What then should I feel about myself? Should I remember their perception or God’s Truth? A man can only serve one authority, the struggle lay in the choice as to who will be sovereign, me or my God.
Lord You are delightful to a ravaged world. Bring us judgment so that we may enter Your rest. King Jesus, we await You. Amen.