We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to our own way; and the LORD has laid on him the iniquity of us all.
For everyone looks out for their own interests, not those of Jesus Christ.
Simple question ~ most of us have run a traffic signal, especially trying to beat it before it turns red…but what would be the result if many or most people simply barrelled through the signal at full speed, from every direction, regardless of the color of the light?
The results are predictable. Chaos, confusion, frustration, rage, wreckage, pain, death.
I find it interesting how compliant people are with traffic signals. No matter what’s going on in our lives, we typically obey traffic lights. I have this curious image in my mind of a thief, who after committing burglary then stops at every traffic signal on the way home. Doesn’t want to draw attention to himself…
Now, don’t misunderstand. I’m not saying people are perfect angels on the road. I keep looking on the front grill of my car for a flashing neon sign that reads “Go ahead and pull out in front of me, I’ll just slam on the brakes.” Haven’t found it yet, but I’m convinced it’s there…
Here’s the point of this.
Yes, I know, about time. I can sense the palpable excitement.
Forgive the comic relief. But from a spiritual perspective this scenario is being played out. Think about it. Millions, perhaps blllions of people are careening through life. Ignoring or blatantly disregarding the signals that God amply provides. Consequences be damned.
God’s Word has a plethora (I like saying that word btw as an irrelevant aside) of admonitions against sinful behavior. We are wholly without excuse. When we follow our own desires with abject determination, we plow through God’s traffic light.
The results are inevitable. Chaos, confusion, frustration, rage, wreckage, pain, death.
But while you have breath, there is still time to slam the brakes on your out-of-control life.
Inner God Divine?
What god resides in your soul tonight?
Yahweh the King or some cheap delight?
I must press the point with all of my might
What if you died or Christ split the night?
No matter your sins
No wrath shall condemn
If you place your trust
In Him who made us
So, who has the throne
in this life you call home?
while your true home awaits
the decision you make
and failing to choose
seals your soul’s doom
but while you have breath
there’s always room…
If only Heaven were filled tight
which god resides in your soul tonight?