It’s just a little stain on your soul
The Lord asked Israel the following question through Jeremiah in chapter two verse five: “What injustice did your fathers find in me, that they went far from me and walked after emptiness and became empty?” Jehovah then adds this observation in verse 11, about a nation in the midst of backsliding: “….My people have changed their glory for that which does not profit.” God further indicted His careless and increasingly wicked people with the following in verse 18: “But now what are you doing on the road to Egypt, to drink the waters of the Nile….?”
Something there is about us when we neglect so great a salvation that we always head back to Egypt — to the very things from which we needed delivered!
Is just a little stain on our garment of righteousness acceptable? Why are we willing to tolerate in small portions the very things God hates with intense and holy anger? The ointment of our life can be spoiled by the tiny flies of what we consider insignificant shortcomings, and we continue in presumed innocence oblivious to the fact that we are no longer a sweet fragrance in the nostrils of God, but a putrid stench and a reproach on His kingdom. Have we forgotten that the Groom is returning for a bride without spot or blemish?
We set the bar lower and lower and because we are unaware of any negative consequences we have Zion to our back, and hell just ahead of us; while marching along as if on our way to a party not realizing that we are going to the slaughterhouse. Like Samson, we have fallen asleep in the tempter’s lap so often, we are totally blind to the fact that the Lord is no longer with us and our strength has departed.
We don’t need God with us as we continue being powerlessly religious; doing what is meaningless, lifeless, and common. As we worship with unconfessed sin we are rendered incapable of any sensitivity to the Spirit of God, and not only fail to recognize that He is no longer in the room — we don’t even miss Him!
We have convinced ourselves that hell’s candy won’t produce spiritual cavities. We defile ourselves with secret sins and because the bottom hasn’t fallen out of our lives we figure that we are free and clear. Our God is a consuming fire not a hot tub! The wages of sin is still death and there is always a payday. Our flesh cannot be our personal little pet that we feed and play with under the assumption that God understands and in His mercy will ignore. The flesh profits nothing — absolutely nothing. Our flesh works the enemy’s pleasure and his reward is death.
And you don’t die alone — the price is far too high to calculate. So if in your heart you know what you are doing violates the Lord; and yet you continue to think it is no big deal — the next thing you hear might be the demons of hell smacking their lips in joy over your folly. Our foolish tolerance of little sins, coupled with a distorted view of the holiness of God, insults the Spirit of redeeming grace and tramples underfoot the blood of Jesus!
(“From the Pulpit” is a weekly sermon provided by the clergy members of The Weirton Ministerial Association)