“And the seeds that fell on the good soil represent honest, good-hearted people who hear God’s word, cling to it, and patiently produce a huge harvest.” — Luke 8:15
Of all of the soils Jesus details, I think that most of us would intend to be the good one. I read the words and hear the message and sincerely hope that I fall into that category, that I don’t let the enemy take the seed of truth away, that I resist temptation, and that I don’t allow the cares of this world to crowd out God’s Word.
But none of those things matter if I don’t have contact with it. Read More
A few months ago, perhaps a bit on accident, I prayed that God would search me and know me and reveal anything to me that I wasn’t seeing. There have been days that I wish I’d held back a bit with that prayer. I’ve seen some things surface that I don’t want to own, things that could be easily hidden to the naked eye.
But when I look at the woman kneeling at the feet of Jesus, weeping with thankfulness for how much she's been forgiven, something in me wants that, too. I want that freedom that she felt in every arena but I’m not sure I want to be that open.
We know that Jesus knew that her sins were many. Even Simon the Pharisee knew that she was a blatant sinner.
What if she had done what we have the tendency to do? What Simon probably would’ve done? What if she had tried to cover up and shove aside the parts of her that needed Jesus the most?
God certainly would have still known her secret. I mean, Jesus spoke in verse 40 to Simon’s thoughts. Nothing is or was hidden from Him. Yet she was the one transformed. She who owned her sin could own her freedom from it. She could freely approach the feet of Jesus and reverently wash his feet with tears because she knew that she was fully known and forgiven anyway. She had nothing to hide. There was no shame for her who should have known it best.
I want that. Read More