- Denial of St. Peter–Gerrit van Honthorst
Lent is a time to contemplate who Christ’s enemies really are. It is too tempting to read the story of his trial, crucifixion and suffering and point the finger at Romans and Jews. To the Pharisees, He was perceived as heretical to their rigid obsession with the law as the means to salvation. To the Romans, He was an inconvenient itinerant rabbi who tended to attract crowds of the rabble, the common people–an undesirable thing in the law and order world.
The reality is Jesus’ enemies weren’t really the Romans and Jews. They were those whoprofessed to love Him the most but then turned away when loving Jesus meant suffering with Him. The betrayals that take place, resulting in His arrest and death, are not by those who hated Jesus. Jesus told His betrayers the truth about who they were, and what was in their hearts, by shining His light on their weakness, illuminating their sin even before they committed it. He does the same with us every day. We cannot hide from His light illuminating the dark corners of our heart.
We must face the fact that we continue to betray Him, usually in small ways that we hope are insignificant or hidden because, after all, we are Christians, we pray, we go to church, we are “good” people who certainly mean well.
We do no less than what Peter did three times. We deny knowing Him when it is inconvenient to admit it.
We are no less selfish than Judas selling out for silver when what is being asked of us is to give up the material things of this world we hold dear.
We are no less cowardly than the throngs crying “Crucify Him!” when only days before they were lauding him as the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, going along with the crowd, as it feels risky to stand out, stand apart, be utterly alone in our devotion to Him rather than live out our love affair with the world along with everyone else.
So with friends like us…
We have some serious explaining to do. Amazing that He knows our hearts even before we utter a word.
So much of Psalm 51 is about being cleansed and transformed. This is understandable given the nature of King David’s heinous acts of infidelity and murder. It must have felt like the blood would never leave his hands and that he would be marked with sin forever.
But part of penitence is expressing deep regret, overwhelmed with the guilty sorrow of having done wrong, very wrong, and wanting to do whatever it takes to feel right with God again. So this verse resonates with anyone who has erred in both large and small ways, having laid awake at night thinking about it, weeping in remorse, crying out with contrition.
Lent is the reminder that we have renewal at hand. It is coming. Our hearts will be light again, loving and full of joy.
Psalm 51: 5
Surely I was sinful at birth,
sinful from the time my mother conceived me.
I had a hard time accepting this notion of Total Depravity when I first started attending Reformed Churches with my husband-to-be thirty years ago. After all, I grew up Methodist, which is a nice comfortable squishy denomination that truly believes the best of people, that people have great intentions even if they are imperfect in execution, that sweet little babies are…well… sweet little babies. But the Calvinists were clear: we are born in sin, it is and always has been part of our nature since we chose to not live in harmony in obedience to God. Non posse non peccare says Augustine — not able to not sin. I really wasn’t buying it.
Then I became a mother.
Now, our children are truly stellar on the well-behaved scale, and compared to what some parents deal with, very easy to raise. But it was clear to me very early on that at a very young age, babies have agendas that are completely self-centered over anyone else’s interest and they expect the world to change to adapt to their whims and wants, not the other way around. It takes hard consistent guidance as a parent to help a child grow to become a compassionate adult who acknowledges their sin, rather than reveling in it.
We owe it to our children to address the sin that is part of every fiber of their being. Only then can they truly understand the meaning of being set free of that dark prison, through a debt graciously selflessly paid on our behalf.
Against you, you only, have I sinned
and done what is evil in your sight
Sin is not a subject of polite conversation in modern society. After all, we are an open minded, tolerant, nonjudgmental people…aren’t we? One person’s sin is another person’s “God-given” right to experience pleasure, right? What is right and wrong becomes relative, diluted, and rendered meaningless. What really matters is that we have forgotten that sin is not about others, it is about breaking our covenant with God.
John Piper of http://www.desiringgod.org says it this way:
“Sin, by definition in the Bible, is not wronging another person. It is assaulting the glory of God, rebelling against God. Sin, by definition, is a vertical phenomenon. What makes sin sin is its Godwardness. That’s why the world doesn’t understand how serious hell is, because they don’t understand how serious sin is. And they don’t understand how serious sin is because the only way the world thinks about sin is in terms of “You hurt me and I hurt you, and that shouldn’t be.” And that’s true: we shouldn’t hurt each other. But they don’t even bring God into the picture, and that’s where sin becomes sin.”
The bite of the forbidden apple was not the sin. The sin was the rebellion against God, dismissing His command to obedience; man and woman wanting to be God when only God can be God.
He is God, and we are not.
2 Wash away all my iniquity
and cleanse me from my sin.
3 For I know my transgressions,
and my sin is always before me.
Sometimes I wish I could just be tipped upside down and washed when I’ve gotten myself completely covered with muck–muddy hands, dirty feet, smudged face, soiled soul. I look in the mirror and can see everything that desperately needs spiritual soap–now. It is right there for me to see but I act helpless to do anything about it.
Usually people are pretty effective at hiding the problems in their lives, even from themselves. In the work I do, it isn’t so easy to conceal. Patients come to detox because they have hit bottom in every way, so they are forced to confront the troubles that brought them there. I’ve cared for people who have sold themselves, sold others, abandoned spouses as well as their own children, murdered others and have tried to murder themselves. They come in so grimy, it is hard to see their skin. They cry out for cleansing, for forgiveness, for healing. Sometimes they submit to that wash cycle, and sometimes the scrubbing that is the detox process is just too physically hard and painful despite all my effort to ease it. They can’t handle it and leave before they are clean.
Maybe tomorrow. I grieve when that happens.
Not once must I forget that their sin, ever so much more obvious, is no greater than mine–we are all tainted goods. Our only hope is the Lord holding onto us tightly, tipping us upside down in the holy waters and making sure we’re scrubbed until we shine.
Have mercy on me, O God,
according to your unfailing love;
according to your great compassion
blot out my transgressions.
Every day, as the sun goes down, I’m reminded how often I messed up that day, in big and small ways. My mistakes seem illuminated, weighing down my heart, and impossible to forget. Yet, as I pray like the Psalmist for mercy, there follows a peacefulness at the end of the day, as my errors are blotted out, covered over by the descent of the night. The slate, one more time, is wiped clean.
I remember, once again, as the morning dawns, there is renewal, there is cleansing brightness, a promise provided within each new day. I am given another chance to get it right.
I, Paul, write this greeting in my own hand. Remember my chains.
Paul reminds us in his letter that he is still a prisoner, shackled to a guard, limited in his ability to write in his own hand but certainly not helpless. Despite such hardship, he remains faithful and encouraging.
He really is asking that we remember our own chains, ones that are invisible but just as restrictive to our freedom. We are bound to sin as if by chains, locked with the key thrown away, pitiful in our imprisonment. The gospel is now the only key that will spring the lock, unclasp the chains, unbind our hands and feet, free our souls.
Remember my chains? We have just been handed the key.