Lynns Musings
August 2005
“the power of sin is in its secrecy”
I heard this little statement a number of years back and it has stuck with me and in many ways become a plumb-line for my daily walk with Jesus…and so most nights before I go to sleep I do a quick run-through my day and see if there is sin which needs to be confessed.
This often takes buckets of humility and serious brokenness as well as facing how “dark” my soul can be at times BUT I also have grown to love this place… being able to freely approach and lean on Jesus’ mercy and loving kindness and then to receive His lavish grace.
In this last month I have had the joy and privilege to see God restore so many peoples lives and as they make that choice to walk out of secrecy and into confession,the binding power of sin is broken and time and time again I have heard folk say it’s as if a huge, unnecessary weight has lifted off their lives…and fellowship is restored.
A simple breakdown of confession which I find helpful is:
- Recognise my sin and how easy it is to do wrong
- Realize that sin is rebellion against God
- Admit my sin…no excuses!
- Trust God hears and will set me free
- Accept His forgiveness and not the accusations of the enemy
…sometimes the process is instant…sometimes it takes a little time to be fully worked through but I guarantee its well worth the commitment!!!
Psalm 51 [Message Bible]
"Generous in love--God, give grace! Huge in mercy--wipe out my bad record.
Scrub away my guilt; soak out my sins in your laundry.
I know how bad I've been; my sins are staring me down.
You're the One I've violated, and you've seen it all, seen the full extent of my evil. You have all the facts before you; whatever you decide about me is fair.
I've been out of step with you for a long time; in the wrong since before I was born.
What you're after is truth from the inside out. Enter me, then; conceive a new, true life.
Soak me in your laundry and I'll come out clean, scrub me and I'll have a snow-white life.
Tune me in to foot-tapping songs, set these once-broken bones to dancing.
Don't look too close for blemishes; give me a clean bill of health.
God, make a fresh start in me, shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life.
Don't throw me out with the trash, or fail to breathe holiness in me.
Bring me back from gray exile; put a fresh wind in my sails!
Give me a job teaching rebels your ways so the lost can find their way home.
Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God,
and I'll sing anthems to your life--giving ways.
Unbutton my lips, dear God; I'll let loose with your praise.
Going through the motions doesn't please you; a flawless performance is nothing to you.
I learned God-worship when my pride was shattered.
Heart-shattered lives ready for love don't for a moment escape God's notice.
Make Zion the place you delight in, repair Jerusalem's broken-down walls.
Then you'll get real worship from us, acts of worship small and large, including all the bulls they can heave onto your altar!"
posted by Lynn at Friday, August 12, 2005
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