As the Man of God
confessed his sexual indiscretions to his astounded flock, the one thought that
was perched on my mind was: ''there but for the grace of God go I''.
That could
have been me. The only difference between us was that my brand of sin, is more
discreet, and is dealt with outside the glare of public gaze.
The truth of the matter
is that sin is sin, is sin, and it all displeases God. I've heard it said that:
"Sin is not bad because it is forbidden, sin is forbidden because it is
bad!''
Fellow strugglers, experience
has taught me that left unattended, sin is a ruthless devourer. I know full well the futility of attempting to
live on the straight and narrow by sheer will power. Without
the Holy Spirit, it is impossible to please God.
There's a sense in which
my own guard against the luring pull of sin had been lulled...and yes, I lost
grip. I'm now on the recovery
and restoration phase. It's been a few months of anxiety, remorse and
working to embrace the forgiveness I have been offered.
I've also heard it said that on any given day, we are
either getting into, going through, or getting out of temptation. We can therefore not afford to slumber on the spiritual
battleground of holiness. The callousness of sin demands a fierce onslaught and offence against it. The boundaries
must be clearly demarcated.
P.S: Counting the cost of a fall is a great wake up call to holiness!
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