I read in Oswald Chalmers:
June 24, 2007
Reconciling Yourself to the Fact of Sin
This is your hour, and the power of darkness —Luke 22:53
Jesus Christ never trusted human nature, yet He was never cynical nor suspicious, because He had absolute trust in what He could do for human nature. The pure man or woman is the one who is shielded from harm, not the innocent person. The so-called innocent man or woman is never safe. Men and women have no business trying to be innocent; God demands that they be pure and virtuous. Innocence is the characteristic of a child. Any person is deserving of blame if he is unwilling to reconcile himself to the fact of sin.
My Own Reflection Today Upon This Truth And Its Impact on Brothers in Christ
I am reminded of so many men, derailed from where God wanted them to be, all because of not dealing with the reality of sin and its impact on those whom we love. Even my own father became a total and complete train wreck. It matters little how we start the race, but it matters much how we finish. Why does this not surprise me, when so many Christian brothers wreck their lives on the rocky shore of the self, and deadly addictions like sexual addiction and the effects of pornography?
Why am I not surprised? When a brother, and it can be any brother in Christ, for we are all brothers, why am I not surprised when there is a denial of the effects of sin and the effects of just trying fix ourselves, as if we ever could.
The Lord wants to rescue us from all our good intentions, our camouflaged lives, and the illusions that we can somehow take a hold of ourselves and shake ourselves silly out of this terrible state we end up in! Why is it that we even think that way? Why do we not recognize sin for what it is, the means to the destruction of all that we love and cherish? Why do we pretend that if we do enough good deeds (whatever the heck they are!), and pray enough (how long is long enough, and what kind of drivel we spew!), that somehow, “we” will get a handle on this, and God will bless our efforts?
It all comes to naught. God will deal with us when we are totally exposed and naked. Each of us has his own degree of nakedness that we can bear, but can we bear it, when our soul’s are stripped bare, and there is nothing between God and ourselves? Where can we hide? What hole is deep enough in which we can cower and hope and pray the mess just goes away? How numbed do we get before we awaken to the reality of who and what we truly are? How many people will we push away? How many friends will we deceive? How long will we deceive ourselves?
It all comes to naught. It is out in the light now. No more hiding from it. No more hoping no one knows. We all know, and others know. To go on in denial will only lead to more trouble. No education enterprise can eradicate the sinfulness in our own hearts. How can one hope to pass the test of “character”? Does one not know that people get checked out? Does one not know that the trail of brokenness will reveal itself for what it is to that that inquire? Eventually we become exposed for who and what we are.
The gravity of this cuts deep within me. The ache I feel I cannot describe? The numbing pain, the excruciating pain of nakedness and having nowhere to run and hide all comes crashing back. Who of us has not had to bear similar pain, similar agony of the heart and soul? Who of us?
We do not judge. We weep. We ache. We have nothing to offer but Christ and brotherhood and sisterhood. We are all beggars in our own way. The only difference at any given time is that we are beggars who know the One who gives us the bread that we need. He is there. Jesus is there for us all. But being there and performing dramatic miracles is one thing, life transformation of the inner man, well that is another.
We do not judge. We know that it requires we come to the very end of ourselves. We know that there is a point where there is no more rejection that we can bear.
We know there is a point where the pain is so great that even death is a welcomed relief. Such is the pain and the agony that we bear, in those places that God wants to deliver us and rescue us. The death may not be physical, but it is no less a death. That which is killing us needs to die, and only God can kill it. But kill it He cannot without our agreement and complicity. We must conspire together as brothers, walking side by each, that we will kill this beast every time it raises its ugly head.
Killing it only happens as we walk openly and in honesty and integrity. Killing it only happens when we realize this is a deception, and that through sensual appetite, we become obese and unable to move, and crippled, and eventually a part of us on the inside dies. It dies to life and intimacy with God, and dies to true love of our families and children, and the last and most painful death, is that part we call ourselves unique, when that identity finally dies, crushed by the burden of the lies we have lived, and the denial of the only Truth that could save us. This is the deception that leads to the loss of life in Christ, life in loving relationships with spouses and children, and life with friends who care so much that it is slowly killing them with the pain it inflicts.
None of us are islands. We are not alone. We are not meant to walk alone. But I cannot walk with those who are hidden and are not transparent. If I walk about with those who are not true to God, not true to themselves, and not true with me, I am really only walking on my own, separate and isolated from one who claims to be walking with me.
Brothers let us not lose hope. Brothers let us press on, fervently walking with one another. Brothers let us forebear to be true to one another. Brothers let us pray for our brothers, and seek that the Lord do whatever is required, to bring them to that place where the flesh dies, and where Christ may rise up in us anew. Brothers let us continue to reach out to them, compelling and encouraging them, that all else must end, and each one alone before God and before men must
reveal the truth and confess the truth as to who they are and what each has done and what each has become. Only on this foundation, can God begin the rescuing and restoring that is so needed.
I weep and I pray. For in each broken man I see my own reflection as in a mirror. I know the journey to life begins by embracing the death that is required. Only then do we place ourselves where God can do what only He can do.