An evil man is rebellious to the core. He does not fear God, for he is too proud to recognize and give up his sin. (Psalms 36:1-2)
In the expanse of our universe the only real estate where I’m sovereign is in the space of my mind. I may influence my world, but I don’t have the final say. Even my body is subjected to restrictions. But in my head, I’m free to do as I please. No one contradicts my private thoughts. I can fantasize in any direction I choose.
Inside my little kingdom, I’m always the hero. Ineptness and weak character are dubbed endearing personality traits. Sinful contemplations run opposite the reality around me, and I don’t police my conclusions. I’m too proud to recognize and give up the sin hidden inside my head.
Even on the rare occasions I try to clean up my brain pollution, I can’t do it. My only hope is to deed my mental real estate to Jesus. Let him remove the rubbish. With his word, he rakes my ungodly thoughts. With his role model, he readies piles for destruction. With his love, he burns what doesn’t belong. I’ll give him ownership, then move aside like the renter that I am, and watch him work.
When Jesus has made some progress with my thoughts, I’ll have no room for self-righteous judgment of others. He does all the work. I’m left with nothing to do but beg for grace for myself, and others.
The hard truth is that I’m not a king. Not even in the space between my ears. Jesus is the only Sovereign in the universe, and it’s time the tiny bit of acreage in my head stops living in rebellion.
Prayer: High King Jesus, clean up my thoughts.