By Nancy Shuman
The picture of the wall on this post is not "pretty." It isn't supposed
to be. It is here to represent the thing that walls us off most fully
from connecting with God, and that thing is unspeakably ugly. It is so
ugly that our Lord Jesus suffered an excruciating death to free us from
it, to break through the wall of it, so we can enter the presence of
I am speaking, of course, of the wall of sin. The thick, dark, grungy
wall of sin. The sin that separates us from God, darkening our minds to
the light of Christ and causing us to flee from that light as we might
from a searing blaze.
Hopefully, we are not experiencing a wall that thick as we read this.
However, I daresay most of us have known it, at one time or another, and
many live in such bondage today. It can be hard to even want to get out of it.
Such a wall, can, in time, begin to feel comfortable. We fool ourselves
into thinking of it not as the place of danger it is, but as actually
something of a "safe place." If I cannot perceive God because of this
wall, maybe it works both ways (I tell myself). Maybe He can't see ME.
Maybe He'll forget all about me, and then He won't notice that I'm
living in sin. Maybe there isn't any such thing as sin; I mean, all I
have to do is turn on TV to know that everybody's living these days in
ways unthinkable only a generation ago.
Continue reading at Nancy's blog, The Cloistered Heart.
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