“Dispose of this accursed woman’s corpse. Bury her, for after all, she was a king’s daughter.” But when they went to bury her, they found nothing left but the skull, feet, and palms of the hands. (2 Kings 9:34-35)
Racing one hundred forty kilometers per hour through the ancient tiled buildings of Esztergom, Hungary, three intoxicated medical students crashed their BMW. Two pedestrians were badly injured. One passenger went into a coma, the driver and his seatmate were both decapitated.
The next morning, I sat across the roadway at an outdoor coffee shop. The gore had been removed, but I couldn’t avert my eyes from the site. The Spirit of God spoke to me about the horrific outcome of sin. It clung to me like smoke from rancid garbage.
I get too relaxed among evil. I treat wickedness like a rich uncle who lets me live with him. As long as he pays my bills, I stay in his house and laugh at his twisted ways. In the same way, while the world pretends to care for me, I indulge its vile.
It’s not my place to judge others, but I need to be sickened by my own wrongdoing. Everything from exaggeration to copy write infringement, from rude comments to impure thoughts—it’s revolt against Jehovah.
Our free will is a sacred right with eternal consequences. Every choice alters the universe for good or bad. So to God, sin is never laughable. To him it’s blood splattering, head rolling, life decimating evil.
Because of sin’s devastation, our Father paid the most extreme price to reverse the destruction. He paid it on the horrible cross of beautiful Jesus.
Prayer: LORD God, help me to despise my sin as hell’s gore.