I’m sick of sin. Seriously. I’d love to tell you that this sickness will translate into less sinning, but given the invasive nature of this parasite, I doubt that will happen.
But, whether my sickness means I sin less, it doesn’t change the facts. I am sick of sin. I’m sick of what sin does to families. Sick of what sin does to marriages, sick of what sin does to friends, to coworkers, to you! I’m sick of what sin does to me. Furthermore, I am sick of how sin has spoiled God’s good creation.
After all, sin is the thing that does not belong. It’s the virus. It’s the parasite. It’s the crazy uncle of an otherwise normal family. Sin is out of place. Sin swaggers as though it owns the place, but really it is only a squatter. We all acknowledge that sin is out of place in the life of a follower of Jesus, but if we read the scriptures right, we are reminded that sin is out of place in the world too. What comes so naturally is actually unnatural. God created a world that he saw as very good, and then sin came ruined everything.
And so I’m sick of it. I’m ready to be done with it. I am anxious, no, I’m desparate for Jesus to “make all things new” (Rev.21:5). Are you anxious? Are you desparate?
I still cling to hope. Don’t read this rant as the cry of yet another discouraged pastor. Just read and be reminded. Be reminded that because of Jesus, sin will one day be put where it belongs – in hell. In the meantime, groan with me, as we await our full redemption. Grieve with me as we struggle to live out our calling as fallen creatures, in a fallen world. And then rejoice. Rejoice in hope, because we know that the glory that will be revealed in us, far exceeds what we know here. Our sin saturated culture, our sin sin soaked lives, our sin stained relationships will one day be fully redeemed, everything new. Deep groaning, daily rejoicing – that’s the tension of walking with Jesus in a fallen world.