Pastor Dave Ginter
 
When I refused to confess my sin,
I was weak and miserable,
and I groaned all day long.
Day and night your hand of discipline was heavy on me.
My strength evaporated like water in the summer heat.
Interlude (Psalm 33:3-4)

As a young boy I was terrified of my father, even when things were smooth between us. Those were, indeed the best of days. On the worst of days, however, nothing could make me face his fury. On days where I was caught in the very act of rebellion against my dad’s “kingly rule”, my name was mud! I remember hiding downstairs in the basement of our three story home, praying for my dad not to find me, even though I was sure he knew right where I was; certain he could inflict a just punishment any time he chose.

How different and yet how similar it is with God, our Heavenly Parent. God does not nor does the Creator wish to strike automatic fear in our hearts, even on the best of days. Yet, how often we have lost a sense of uneasiness in facing God, even when caught in the very act of rebellion against God’s Kingly rule.  We would rather saunter up to the Lord’s Table, commune while clutching on to the sin that breaks the Creator’s heart.

We need once again to see the devastation sin wrecks in our life. We need to remember Whom we are facing. If I had fear for my earthly father simply because I knew his justice would be certain, what does it say about my belief in the justice of my Heavenly Father when I have no fear to go face-to-face with God?
 


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