Don't we often find ourselves as outcasts? Our addictive sins make us
despicable in our own eyes and we wonder how God can even care for
sinners like us. How can a holy God ever love someone like us? We sure
can identify with Ps 22:6a: "But I am a worm and not a man..." NIV,
which, by the way, is a reference to how Jesus felt when He was hanging
on the cross.
But then our eyes open wide when we read the
Scriptures: "Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are
in Christ Jesus..." (Rom 8:1 NIV) "NO condemnation!" I am not condemned
after all, once I have accepted Jesus into my life! Jesus carried all of
our condemnation to the cross. He carried our shame, our
self-condemnation as well as the condemnation of others. It is His gift
to us. Why should we even consider carrying it all over again? Wouldn't
that be a mockery to the One who freed us from that condemnation?
"...scorned by men and despised by the people. All who see me mock
me; they hurl insults, shaking their heads..." (Ps 22:6b-7 NIV) He
became the outcast so that we didn't have to linger in
self-condemnation!
Let me illustrate this: On one of the only
days when we experienced a snowstorm this past winter, our snow blower
ate a newspaper before it had even made a single round of the driveway.
My son had taken the path of the most snow, and buried underneath it all
was an ordinary newspaper, thrown out onto our driveway to be read at
our leisure.
Now why would our snow blower eat such a thing?
Didn't it know it was created to throw snow, not newspapers? Or maybe it
wanted to be hype with the latest news? But whatever the reason, the
deed was done. It burped, its stomach mumbling noisily and it stopped in
its track, dead at the end of our long driveway, and it had to be
transported back in our garage. I could imagine how it must have felt,
if it had feelings: "I am useless! I am not worthy of the care I get! No
one will ever love me again! I am an outcast, good for the dump!
But instead our snow blower found itself surrounded by four eager
attendants, all determined to release it from its addictive trend of
newspaper-eating.
But this time the snow blower had really gone
too far. The newspaper was stuck so badly that it wouldn't come out. And
the cold didn't help matters, either!
Using pliers, screwdrivers
and anything metallic at hand, we performed surgery for hours, until our
fingers literally were devoid of life. I was even successful in drawing
my own blood. Oh well! Who needs a thumb anyway?
With my blood
pouring over everything, we had no choice but to take a break, and the
poor machine must have thought we had given up on it. But we hadn't.
First thing I did after a good night sleep was slip out into the garage
and tinker away, praying and persisting at my task at hand.
The
snow blower eventually was freed from all the debris it had inhaled, but
the trauma had caused damage. It could no longer turn its blades. Its
addiction had hurt it deeply. But this, too, was quickly remedied by a
trip to the mechanic, where its belts were tightened. It returned home
as good as new.
The same is true for us! God will not give up on
us until we are completely freed from our addictive traits! He cares! He
does require our cooperation, however. We need to let Him perform the
necessary surgery. We also need to accept the fact that "There is now no
condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus". Pity parties are over.
We can enjoy the road to recovery!
Do snow blowers tend to eat
bikes as well? I can't seem to find my bike. Help!
Rob Chaffart