“God is coming back too soon, and the lost are too lost, for us to stay the same.” -Michael Santiago, pastor of Focus Church in Apex, NC
We can’t stay the same. We can’t do the same things and live the same ways and be the same as everyone else. When the reality finally hits us that our time is short and world is full of people without hope, we can’t choose to stay the same without saying we don’t care.
Blog confessional #1: I am the most guilty about not caring.
It goes back to this sinful disease I have known as perfectionism. The symptoms you may recognize are an innate inner-drive that could jump-start a semi-truck, a people-pleasing disposition and a hunger to win at all costs. It’s a lethal disease because it cuts off your senses. You can longer see what is taking place around you. All you can feel is the urgency to accomplish the next big thing, the next task or challenge. All you can see is what you need to do to progress yourself and make yourself closer to perfect.
Even though perfection in this world is a lie from hell,
the disease makes you believe it is possible.
As a disclaimer, let it be said that the pursuit of progress, to press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called (us) heavenward in Christ Jesus, is not an evil pursuit. On the contrary, God calls us to pursue holiness. He tells us that in everything we do, do as though we are doing it for Him. We are to always strive to become more like Christ so long as we have breath in our lungs. For people like me, this idea of never settling just comes naturally.
There is a difference between striving to be like Christ and striving to be perfect, a huge difference.
Blog confessional #2: Even though I am a perfectionist, I Sin A Lot.
I wonder if God ever wrinkles his eyebrows and scratches his forehead when He sees me working so hard to be spotless in some areas, and yet I carelessly leave the barn door open for the scum of this world to find me. It’s not that I unknowingly step in the puddle of mud sometimes and get a little dirt on my bleach white pants. I basically run full-speed into the giant mud pit of deliberate sin and expect myself to emerge unscathed.
The strangest part of all this is that once the mud has altered my appearance, I choose to believe I can no longer be made clean. The stain has set in. Clorox can’t do its job. I have been forever marked. Then, after many tears of shame, I simply move on to claiming the next big achievement. Sure, I still feel terrible inside, but to dwell on it more would only keep me from chasing my goals and becoming more perfect. The cycle continues; I keep striving for perfect and accumulating more sin.
Like bathing in static water, I let myself believe that recognizing the sin in my life for a moment is the same as dealing with it.
Here’s the kicker: static water is the dirtiest kind to bathe in. All it breeds is more bacteria, more infection and disease. It’s a hot spot for life-eating mechanisms that will feed off the remaining dirt.
I talked to this girl yesterday. She’s in a rough spot. She’s entangled in the spaghetti noodles of sin and feels like she can’t talk to her parents about it. Instead, she talks to anyone else she can trust. Freedom from the noodles would be nice, but talking about the noodles, their sticky consistency, the burning sensation they bring, the way they drag her deeper and deeper as they somehow work their way around her limbs and cut off her view of the surface, satisfies her for now.
Recognizing the sin makes her feel better, and she moves on.
“That dog won’t hunt,” God said.
Brace yourself for the sucker punch:
Allowing the sin, depression and lies to remain in our lives when we have been given freedom, joy and truth in Christ is the most selfish, idiotic and destructive choice we could make as Christians. Trust me, I know.
We can’t stay the same. We can’t do the same things and live the same ways and be the same as everyone else. When the reality finally hits us that our time is short and world is full of people without hope , we can’t choose to stay the same without saying we don’t care. That’s a dangerous place to be when God has commissioned us to do otherwise.