When I lie, I deny Christ in me victory.
I denigrate the authority of the Spirit in my life.
I make an argument, not for the glory and kindness of God, but for craftiness and rebellion of Satan.
I degrade my sonship into willful slavery to evil, I compartmentalize my spiritual identity, rationalize my infidelity, like a promiscuous pragmatist in the bed of a prostitute.
Yet Jesus prayed (John 17?) for me, asking the Father to "sanctify" me in His Truth. I want to yield my whole soul, my whole mind, my entire ends-justifies-the-means heart to the deep plowing work of the Holy Spirit. Furrow me deep, o Lord, uproot and destroy these weedy lies that seek to throttle out the wheat of truth.
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