We had a little excitement at my apartment last night....
We're getting ready to move to Fort Worth, TX, in a couple of weeks, and my mother-in-law came over last night to help us pack. She and Mandy took some garbage to the dumpster, and while they were down there they noticed a group of young men. The group seemed to be in the middle of an argument (Mrs. Debbie said she heard "mf" a few times). So they decided to hurriedly return. Mandy nonchalantly mentions as they walk back in the apartment, "I think there's going to be a fight." Not more than two seconds later, two gunshots are heard in the parking lot. I look out the window to see this group of young men scatter like scared mice. Several of them are jumping in cars and speeding out of the parking lot. I call 911 and tell the police what happened. They send a couple of officers to interview the complex, and thankfully, within a few hours, they make several arrests. (Thanks, Brit, for the info.)
I knew the severity of the situation--there was a gun shoot out in our parking lot, not 50 yards from where we lived. I understood that it was a big deal. But it didn't really affect me. I mean, after all, they weren't shooting at me or Mandy or Mrs. Debbie. We weren't even involved in whatever those men were arguing about. So why worry?
Then I got some more info this morning.
Apparently, one of those two gunshots I heard went through a bedroom window and, thanks be to God, passed OVER a sleeping child and lodged a bullet into the wall. It was the window to Apartment 44.
We live in Apartment 45.
Suddenly the entire situation came into focus. That weren't shooting at us specifically, but they were shooting in our direction. There were no injuries last night, so apparently the shooter had bad aim. But if his aim were to the left instead of the right, it would have entered my window, where I, or worse yet my wife, could have been standing. Suddenly I see the entire situation in a new light. God didn't just let us experiene the sound of a gunshot. He rescued us from that gunshot.
I think a great many of us view the sin in our lives much like I viewed the gunshot at first. Yes, sin is a bad thing, and we really don't need to give in to it. But all in all, it's not that big of a deal, and besides, we don't give in to it THAT much. We just need Jesus to help us out every now and then and we're fine.
Wrong. Romans says, "The wages of sin is DEATH..."--Romans 6:23, emphasis mine. Sin is not some minor error that needs to be corrected, or some small problem that needs a solution. To God, it is the very thing that seperates us from Him. It is the poison that destroyed our eternal peace in the garden. It is the driving force behind the wars and rage that we see on the news every day. It is the enemy steals children's innocence and creates fatherless homes. Sin is a force to be reckoned with, one that we cannot possibly overcome by ourselves.
So, when Jesus died on the cross, He did more than just give us a boost in the right direction. He put us in a place where we could attain something that on our own we could never even dream of attaining--righteousness. We were completely lost without His sacrifice, depraved and condmened to eternal punishment. But by grace through faith in Him, we can experience the eternal bliss of God's presence.
I know for a fact some great mind has already said this, so I will paraphrase and tip my hat to whomever he may be. Our perspective of how powerful Christ is is directly proportional to our perspective of the severity of our sin. If we think sin is really no big deal, then to us, Christ is really no big deal. But if we understand just how serious sin is, then we better understand just how much Jesus did for us on that cross.
Feel free to comment or ask questions. I'm always here.
Keep Soaring,
B
No comments:
Post a Comment