Surely I was sinful at birth, sinful from the time my mother conceived me (Psalm 51:5).
Well, there’s a comforting thought.
As if this week wasn’t hard enough, I‘ve gotta get hit with the concept that I’ve been sinful for as long as I’ve been me.
Still…there it is.
It’s not like sin is just a one-time, or even sometime, thing. David can’t say, “Oops, I slipped. Apart from this episode, I’ve pretty much been perfection.” Even David—giant killing, Psalm writing, man-after-God’s-own-heart David—knows that sin seems to be woven into the very fabric of his nature. He doesn’t even stand a chance of standing on his own. It’s like fighting cancer with cough drops.
And yet God, because of who he is, loved us anyway.
And so God, because he loved us, didn’t want us to die in sin, as we were born in sin.
And then God, because he didn’t want us to die, died in our place.
And now God, because he died for us, raises us to life in him.
And this God, who had raised you to life, calls you Beloved.
I guess it’s not such a bad way to end your week, after all.
Happy Friday, Beloved.