Friday, May 16, 2014

Dear Sin-Sick Soul

Dear sin-sick soul,
soul afraid,
soul staring wide-eyed at sin exposed:

You there, with the knees sore and hands dirty from weeding, weeding, always weeding... are you discouraged, when the weeds keep coming back?

but I'm such a big helper!
Do you fear because of the strong ones, the ones that will not give up their roots? You pluck off the top and cover the rest, you smooth down the surface, but you know what is underneath. The roots, growing stronger, too strong for your hands or even your shovel. You fear the day when it breaks through the surface again, where everyone can see.

Stop it.
Just... stop.
You are not the gardener.
You are in the Gardener's care.
It is God who will finish this thing.

Those weeds that seek your destruction, that sin-sickness that threatens to devour you-- it is too much for you. But it is not too much for Him.

Safe in His grace, let His Word diagnose that ugliness, and fear it, fear it so that it will drive you to Him, to help and healing.

Lay down your tools and your crutches, and see the powerlessness of your own two hands.

Be still.
Wait on the Lord with open hands and infested heart.

Wait- and remember who you are.
Who- by grace- you are.

You are a child of God, weak and loved.
You are covered in the perfect forgiveness of Jesus.
Your sins have been answered for with His own blood,
blood that gets down to the deepest roots, destroying evil and growing new life.
Your sin-sickness, your terminal illness is no match for Him.
Jesus came precisely for this: to seek and save the lost-
to seek and save YOU.

It is God who will finish this thing.

And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you 
will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.
Phillipians 1:6


  1. What a great analogy. Loved this post. Keep up the great writing!


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