We say, Jesus died for our sins. It’s true, but it sounds so sterile. It might be better understood through the language of he died for our addictions.
Addiction, not in the idea of dying for the things we know we shouldn’t love (the inhibitions of being intoxicated, the euphoric ecstasy of sex outside of marriage, the other worldly buzz off a high) but…in the things we hate after we’ve loved our hates.
Sin is not the deed we’ve done, but what’s been done by the deed…
- The gangrene that attaches to my soul from gambling away my paycheck.
- The cancer that ravages my relationship with my wife because I’m bitter and demanding.
- The alienation that barks at me from my children cause I was a workaholic.
- The sting of acid in my open wounds because I cheated on myself by treating myself to another man or woman.
- The Grand Canyon that I can’t cross because I’m trapped in choices that suffocate me because I’m too proud.
- The disorders of detachments that I use to make excuses for my selfishness.
- The bombastic noises that sit in my soul like dead silence because I exchanged the truth for my lifestyle preferences.
Those and a million other untold carnage from our soiled souls is what we mean when we say, sin. The Cross is the Selfie Stick… “click”.
God proved his love for us because he died for what was and is killing us. Jesus saves us from our worst version of ourselves.