This is a slightly edited repost from November 2006…
What is the process that turns my thoughts into something to post on my blog? In other words, how is it I come up with this junk that I use to torture the few of you that come here? I'll try to show you.
This post is about looking for redemption in the wrong places. I am giving it to you uncut from how it forms in my mind, develops there, crystallizes, and then finally makes it to print. If it's hard to follow, well, welcome to my mind.
It starts as a little quote I formed recently about putting politics above the things of God:
"Seeking redemption in politics is like looking for a diamond in a bucket of razor blades."
Is this absolutely true, nah. I think I know what I mean by it though. Plus it's cute and pithy, and I like cute and pithy. Now, I am obviously going to use my belief in Jesus against this statement. As a Christian I know where my ultimate redemption comes from.
Let's see, a few questions. Can I find redemption in politics? A particular sort, yes. Can God use politicians for redemptive purposes? Absolutely. But what kind of redemption? Certainly not ultimate. Not going so well here. OH! But what happens when I put politics and the like above God? Then I am relying on politics as my functional savior. Yes! That's it!
OK, I need to adjust the quote. I better say this I think:
"Seeking redemption in politics and not in Jesus is like looking for a diamond in a bucket of razor blades and never finding it."
Yeah I like that better. I see Christians doing this on an almost daily basis. How could they! The humanity! But hold on, that isn't totally fair. I may not personally make politics my savior, but I cetainly put other things there from time to time. We all do, right? Maybe I should say this.
"Seeking redemption first in _________ and not Jesus is like looking for a diamond in a bucket of razor blades and never finding it."
Yeah that is better. But I don't know if it is all the way to where I want it to be. That "blank" can change almost daily. There has to be something controlling that dadgum "blank". What most influences what we put in the "blank"? Well, I'd say we influence it ourselves more than anything. Our identity and security rests on the things that we put in that "blank". So we fill it with things, and people, and experiences. We try our best to find our identity in these things. We look for safety and love in those things. But we fail at every turn. This is a pretty good definition of sin isn't?
So maybe it's best for me to say it like this:
"Putting my identity and security into anything other than Jesus will turn out badly."
Yes, I like that much better as my pithy statement. Nothing cute about it though. But being cute usually gets us into trouble anyway.
Here is the deal; it always comes back to the Gospel doesn't it? So I will end here. The actual post, had I not done this gimmicky thing would have commented about the statement I arrived at, but today, I'll just end with this:
Dear God, please show me how to stop pushing Jesus to the side and reaching down into that bucket of razor blades. Because I'll never find what I need and those blades are very sharp. I stand a man still in need of a savior. May I never lose sight of the gospel.
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