Not a Camouflaged Soul

Category: Faith

  • #Obamacare and the Throne of God

    On Thursday, the Supreme Court of the United States declared that the individual mandate included as part of Obamacare was constitutional (for a well-written, comprehensive look at the ruling, click here). This is the first ruling on healthcare, but it will not likely be the last, as this law will be challenged a number of additional times in the coming months from several different angles.

    My impetus for writing this post comes from my feeling a sense of disgust and despair at this announcement, until the Holy Spirit reminded me of the following truth…

    It is times like these that make me very glad that God forever and always occupies the throne of the cosmos, and that He alone has any ultimate say on the affairs of man. No decision of man, good or bad, alters that fact.

  • Hermit Crab Self-Preservation

    A few weeks ago, we welcomed a new member of the family. A hermit crab.

    At the time, my daughter, Lydia, the recipient of said crab (a gift from her Halmoni), named said crab Hello Kitty Crab. And this is why…

    Since then, we mainly refer to this crab as Crabby. And, though hermit it may be, it has stuck with this particular shell and shunned the potential replacement we purchased, which leads me to believe that Crabby, like Lyddie, is in fact a Hello Kitty fan. (more…)

  • Stinky Critters and the Gospel

    I have written about the fact that I have begun training for my first 5K event in August, and last week I ran a full 5K route for the first time since my youth. I’ve lost quite a bit of weight in the past few months, and I’ve always wanted to run a 5K. I’m hoping to improve my time between now and August.

    From time to time, the unexpected crosses my path as I hit the streets. A few mornings ago, it was a dead critter. I’m not sure what kind of critter. Frankly, a dead critter in your path doesn’t need a species verification.

    It smelled bad. It made me, well, get introspective real quick. I did not look forward to getting another glimpse on my way back home.

    In the days to come, the varmint was still there (does not speak well of the road crews around here, but I briefly digress). I knew its approximate location, so I knew when to look away. The second or third day passing it was not nearly as bad. It still smelled a little. it was still gross. But I, for lack of a better word, started to get used to it being there, gore and all. In fact, a few days later, it was joined by yet another room-temperature friend. But I had become so accustomed to the first carcass that the second one didn’t bother me nearly as much.

    After a while, we as believers are able to stomach our sin pretty well.

    If sin in our lives isn’t quickly dealt with, we can get accustomed to its presence, and even justify it to some extent. 2 Chronicles 7:14 says…

    if my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land.

    “If” is an interesting word in this context. Confession of sin is not a given. It is necessary, but not a given. If we are followers of Christ, our sins have been paid in full. But we are still called upon to acknowledge them before our perfect Creator and confess them (1 John 1:9).

    But if we do not make confession of sin a practice in our lives, sin becomes easier to stomach. And just as the companion critter was easier for me to stomach after exposure to the first little guy, new sins are easier to stomach if we do not deal with things in a timely fashion.

    If we desire the mercy of God, we should be in a constant state of confession and acknowledgement of our failings. A firm knowledge of how wretched we are is a blessed thing, because it bespeaks our need for Jesus and the Gospel.