Sick & Compromised
July 27, 2012 § 2 Comments
I’m sick. Out of the blue. It is so inconvenient and debilitating (yes, it’s true, it also provides me with material for this post – life can be a tradeoff…). We are staying with dear friends in Miami as I am to speak at a Memorial Service this evening, but here I am, taking antibiotics, vitamins and Extra Strength Tylenol in between Kleenex runs and short naps mandated by my weakened and exhausted frame.
It got me thinking. When we are sick we are compromised. There are no two ways about it. Even these past few days, writing tonight’s message, Sunday’s sermon and this post are all the more difficult by my thick (thicker than usual) head, and that achy, slow, dare I say, sweaty reality of being sick! Fortunately God is giving grace to navigate each day and responsibility, message-by-message and delivery-by-delivery. But it isn’t easy. I’m distracted by myself, compromised by my malady.
It is this way with sin too, you know. We’ve all experienced it. As with David, when something wrong is hidden in our lives, that is, when we are caught up in sin, whether a fantasy that takes hold of our thought lives, or some overt act of rebellion that we refuse to walk away from, we are compromised. We lose our focus on life as it is meant to be lived. We are unmoved by the things that bring delight. We are cold to those we love. We miss what is lovely and are indifferent to what should bring sorrow.
I know. We think we can manage it all. We convince ourselves that nothing changes by our little indiscretions and wicked thoughts.
But it does.
When I am sick I am extremely defensive (Katherine would say that I’m like a two-year old baby – and she’s right). I don’t want to be touched – only left alone to sweat it out and hopefully recover in short order… or die. I can’t see straight. I don’t think sanely. Just leave me alone. It’s all about me!
I think this is what happened with David. He got turned on by the girl next door. Okay, he should have been at war and not peeping in on a bathing beauty. So no big deal, right? Wrong! Within months his sin had snowballed and before he could draw back the shower curtain, he had impregnated the woman, deceived his commanders and murdered the woman’s husband (oh I forgot that detail – the woman was married).
Yeah, it affects us. And it robs us. And in the end, we don’t even enjoy what we thought would make us happy. David ended up miserable, alone and terrified.
Psalm 32:3 – For when I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
He was sick. Compromised. Guilty.
And it wasn’t until a prophet confronted him that David stopped hiding and came clean, only to discover that though his sin came with consequences, he was no longer compromised but forgiven and restored.
Psalm 32:5 – I acknowledged my sin to you, and I did not cover my iniquity; I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the LORD,” and you forgave the iniquity of my sin.
Can the news really be this good? Indeed, friends, it is.
Now please… leave me alone!