Disease

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about disease because of some different things going on in my life. I have wanted to complain, to distrust, to writhe in discomfort but each time I am tempted to give in, my Savior gently tells me: no, this is when you praise Me, this is when you Trust me, this is when I am your comfort. Grow good fruit, even though everything around you says it's impossible. Consider a tidbit of what is going on in my life to make you help understand sin.

Whenever I eat anything with gluten in it, a whole array of things happen, including extreme fatigue. This weekend, I ate a peanutbutter and jelly sandwhich with the full knowledge that if I ate it, it would hurt me. But this was my rationalization: it was my last weekend to eat what I wanted, when I wanted, before the last round of my diagnoses was complete. So, I ate it. And guess what happened? I fell asleep--for five hours. Having just woke up, I feel poisoned or like my body was in attack mode while I was sleeping. Quite literally, both of those things happened. And it is the same way with sin.

In the same way that eating gluten "paralyzes" (not literally...) me, sin paralyzes us. Today, I couldn't do anything I originally planned because of the choice I made. When we sin, especially willingly, it is impossible that we do anything good or to further the kingdom of God. We know that sinning is going to hurt us, but we do it anyway. We know the consequences before we even set our eyes, hands, mouths, minds, or hearts to sin. And the consequence is great and takes time to recover from. Maybe those who aren't saved feel like that one last party, that one last shot, that one last hook up is their last weekend of freedom before Sunday morning church...they don't know that that "one last Saturday of freedom" may inhibit them from going to church the next morning. Because of the choices we make to sin, we might not have the opportunity to be made clean again...

So what am I getting at here? Sin messes you up, yet we willingly do it all the time. Quit having your last "Saturday of freedom," whatever that means in your personal world, and let our Jesus wash you Blood-colored white.