Messes of Men

But what we are is known to God, and I hope it is known also to your conscience – 2Corinthians 5:11b

I continually ask whether people can ever truly change. While the exact situations I struggled with have changed through the years, there is still the underlying sin that manifests itself through similar avenues. In many ways, I find the blaring hypocrisy still thriving within my battered soul daily. Perhaps life experience has taught me how to become better at playing the game of denial and mask the insecurity thriving below the surface. As professing Christ followers, we have to believe that humanity can change, otherwise what would the Gospel be for? Yet the messes of men seem to be flowing in a direction counter to that of Christ. How many of us can honestly say that Christ, and not ourselves, is the driver of our decisions? I fear this is as much me as anyone. Sunday piety is often strangled by Monday’s practicality.

Who are we fooling?

Few of us are who we say or attempt to portray to the world around us. We are all hiding behind thin layers of grace. Nothing in us is good. Nothing is noble except that which Jesus has refined diligently. Our default will always be provoked with anger and hostility to those around us. To the ones we love, we lash out with the wrath of a wounded humanity.

God knows, and so should we

Our character will always be suspect. Somewhere between the 2,000 years between Christ and us, we have lost the urgency that Jesus died to create in us. Our hearts are the battlefield that grace must pillage daily. Modern life is too heavy for a soul on holiday.

And so my soul cries out for resolution; a climax to the problem of man. The hypocrisy in us is never to outrun the grace lavished upon us from our wounded savior.

Who are you?