It’s not there! Yay! Gone! My sin is gone!

I spent a lot of my walk with God missing understanding about various scriptures in regard to grace. There was a time where I was sin conscious and not God conscious especially when it came to me.

Stop looking to be a zombie!

The last few days there has been a lot of food in my home. Everything from pies, pastries and cookies, (Did you know *Peter Percival…?) to turkey, ham, potatoes and more. (I limit myself and avoid **sweet potatoes!) So much food with so little time.And this morning after I found myself thinking about what might be giving me the slight headache I awoke with. (Gone now.) But I thought, could it be the cherry cordial M&M’s, the Cinnabon roll recipe a friend made. Please don’t let it be apple or pumpkin pie. And then I realized the likelihood of me isolating the culprit were zero to none.

My mind jumped to a time in my life where I had to figure out what sin, what distortion of truth was causing a particular issue. I would go through my lists like Santa Claus, trying to figure out what was naughty or nice, checking my list twice, STOPPPPP!!!!! I don’t have to do that anymore and neither do you.

Jesus came and died one time for all time for all sin. I do not have to make lists or check thought process. I simply have to turn to Him and be like Him, beholding the Lamb of God who took away the sin. How easy is that? How simple could it be?

For the record: I do not believe you must look for sin. I do not believe in generational curses (I will agree there are generational strongholds where your thinking believes what your mommy or your daddy believed. “You will poke your eye out” is a good one. Why would you say that?). I believe God is a good God with only good things for His children. I believe He paid the price for your sin.

I do not think any amount of sin seeking thought process is really healthy for you. He eradicated sin on the cross, killing off your old man and leaving you fresh and clean. I do not need to be a necromancer, talking to my old man for He is dead. He crucified me (Galatians 2:20) a few thousand years ago. Many of you will consider resolutions for the coming year. How about you make just one? That you will gaze upon the one who loves you and cares for you and that which you behold so shall you become.

I do not worry about the devil and I devote my time to hanging out with Him.

The other day I shared on the partaking of His blood and His body. Perhaps the greatest loss in the church is to try and figure out what “needs” to be done in regards to sin when the greater truth is simply it has already been done.

When I take a bite of bread or a drink of wine, I am reminded of the goodness of God and all that has been done on my behalf. For years I spent so much time with an exclusionary thought process, nitpicking through my life hoping to find an answer. My answer was right before me, across the table smiling at me and I was missing Him because I was concerned about what I would look like.

Jesus was my answer. He was trying to tell me “hey, I got this. I already took care of this.”

One of my greatest understandings came when I realized that my “wrongful” discernment of the body was when I did not realize all He had done for me. When I did not remember the eradication of sin or the healing of my body.

Stop trying to figure it out and relax. Focus on the lover of your soul and not trying to locate an old man who is not there.

Our future is so bright sunglasses may be necessary!

 

*Peter Percival had a pet pig named Porky. (So, I give away my age a little!)

**Sweet potatoes are perhaps the only food in the world that has the potential to make me gag. I have eaten bugs, brains and offals. No problem. These lips have smacked over some of the “finest” third world cuisine to be found. One year an Indian couple invited us for chicken. Their version of chicken is like Chef Yan’s. Put the chicken on the cutting board and cut it from stem to stern and throw all of it in the pot. Lock, stock and barrel. My friend crunched on what he thought was glass later on, but no it was a cooked eyeball…