Observations on Sin
I was thinking about the fallibility of man versus the infallibility of God this morning. Thinking about what I could write about, when my thoughts went off on a tangent about sin. These two subjects go together really well. For now though I am going to try to focus on sin. I don't know where this is going to take me though.
One of the very first observations I made when I converted was on sin. I actually haven't studied anything about sin. I am telling you this as a newbie in Christ. I am sure this is common sense to people who were raised as Christians. But for me, the observation I made was an epiphany.
What I realized was that everything God says is a sin is something that will harm us or cause harm to befall us (I am sure the Bible says this outright, but I am still studying—I always will be—but I definitely didn’t read this during the first few weeks after my conversion). When you live in the world you are surrounded by sin. If you aren’t a Christian you don’t really know how unhappy it is making your life. Sure there are lots of pleasures that God created for us to enjoy—in moderation. But when you live in the world you constantly bombarded with sin and you become numb to it. There are two types of sin I’ll discuss today: sins of the flesh and sins of the eyes, or tangible sins and intangible sins, or physical sins and spiritual sins.
My problem off and on for many years before my conversion, and early after it, was alcohol. I was not an alcoholic by medical definition, because I wasn’t physically dependent. But I was definitely emotionally dependent. I used alcohol to get drunk. It would numb the pain in my soul. I mean I knew I was doing it to numb my emotions, but I didn’t realize that I was actually doing it to “fill the hole in my soul.” I didn’t realize how empty inside I was. I had (still do have!) a good husband. He would give me whatever I wanted—within reason. But I always wanted something. This led to my spiritual sin, or was it caused by my spiritual sin? I was extremely materialistic and I knew it, and I didn’t care. I coveted. I always hoped that I would fill the hole with stuff I would feel better. Whenever I would say to my husband that I wanted this or that he would tell me, “You always want something.” I would deny this though. But it was true. I even coveted our daughter.
I wanted a baby. I wanted her so bad. Did I want her because I hoped she would fill the emptiness? I don’t know for sure, but I’m fairly sure that was part of it. Brad wasn’t ready for a baby, but we made a deal. If we started trying to get pregnant, I would find a job near where we would live. I essentially was choosing my future family over my career (which was the correct choice anyways—I just didn’t know it then). It took a year—which was for the best—because I could not have defended my dissertation if I was pregnant (my brain was useless). I was so happy when I finally got pregnant and I impatiently awaited her arrival. But I almost ruined our marriage because I wanted a baby so bad. It was all I thought about. All I talked about. I drove my husband nuts about it. We finally had her, but I still felt an emptiness. I asked myself, “What am I looking for?”
I thought my problem was my job. I didn’t like it, for many reasons. I felt it was beneath my education. It wasn’t doing what I wanted. So I went back to research, but I was still unhappy about my job. So I started thinking about what I was supposed to do with my life. I at least believed in Jesus at this time, but I wasn't fully committed to being a Christian. So I started praying to God about it. I thought I made the right choice by giving up my career path because if I hadn't we wouldn't have our daughter. So I asked God to help me figure out what I was supposed to do. This was what started, or maybe I should say finished, my search for the truth.You can read about that at the end of my first post though :).
After I really became a Christian my sins (or burdens) really started to melt a way. I only really drank one more time about a week or so after I started the church and I did some very stupid stuff. I haven't drank since then. Even when I have a social drink I don't enjoy it, and frequently don't finish it. It amazes me now how feel I free now. When I leave work I don't feel like I really need a drink. I don't feel like I have to stop at the liquor store. Praise God! I am still working on coveting things, but I don't dwell on stuff anymore. I think of stuff I want now and think, "I'll get it if it is meant to be, if not then that is that." I try to think of God first now. My selfishness still gets in the way, but now I recognize it and try to stop it. The hole in my soul is gone, thank You, Lord!
One of the very first observations I made when I converted was on sin. I actually haven't studied anything about sin. I am telling you this as a newbie in Christ. I am sure this is common sense to people who were raised as Christians. But for me, the observation I made was an epiphany.
What I realized was that everything God says is a sin is something that will harm us or cause harm to befall us (I am sure the Bible says this outright, but I am still studying—I always will be—but I definitely didn’t read this during the first few weeks after my conversion). When you live in the world you are surrounded by sin. If you aren’t a Christian you don’t really know how unhappy it is making your life. Sure there are lots of pleasures that God created for us to enjoy—in moderation. But when you live in the world you constantly bombarded with sin and you become numb to it. There are two types of sin I’ll discuss today: sins of the flesh and sins of the eyes, or tangible sins and intangible sins, or physical sins and spiritual sins.
My problem off and on for many years before my conversion, and early after it, was alcohol. I was not an alcoholic by medical definition, because I wasn’t physically dependent. But I was definitely emotionally dependent. I used alcohol to get drunk. It would numb the pain in my soul. I mean I knew I was doing it to numb my emotions, but I didn’t realize that I was actually doing it to “fill the hole in my soul.” I didn’t realize how empty inside I was. I had (still do have!) a good husband. He would give me whatever I wanted—within reason. But I always wanted something. This led to my spiritual sin, or was it caused by my spiritual sin? I was extremely materialistic and I knew it, and I didn’t care. I coveted. I always hoped that I would fill the hole with stuff I would feel better. Whenever I would say to my husband that I wanted this or that he would tell me, “You always want something.” I would deny this though. But it was true. I even coveted our daughter.
I wanted a baby. I wanted her so bad. Did I want her because I hoped she would fill the emptiness? I don’t know for sure, but I’m fairly sure that was part of it. Brad wasn’t ready for a baby, but we made a deal. If we started trying to get pregnant, I would find a job near where we would live. I essentially was choosing my future family over my career (which was the correct choice anyways—I just didn’t know it then). It took a year—which was for the best—because I could not have defended my dissertation if I was pregnant (my brain was useless). I was so happy when I finally got pregnant and I impatiently awaited her arrival. But I almost ruined our marriage because I wanted a baby so bad. It was all I thought about. All I talked about. I drove my husband nuts about it. We finally had her, but I still felt an emptiness. I asked myself, “What am I looking for?”
I thought my problem was my job. I didn’t like it, for many reasons. I felt it was beneath my education. It wasn’t doing what I wanted. So I went back to research, but I was still unhappy about my job. So I started thinking about what I was supposed to do with my life. I at least believed in Jesus at this time, but I wasn't fully committed to being a Christian. So I started praying to God about it. I thought I made the right choice by giving up my career path because if I hadn't we wouldn't have our daughter. So I asked God to help me figure out what I was supposed to do. This was what started, or maybe I should say finished, my search for the truth.You can read about that at the end of my first post though :).
After I really became a Christian my sins (or burdens) really started to melt a way. I only really drank one more time about a week or so after I started the church and I did some very stupid stuff. I haven't drank since then. Even when I have a social drink I don't enjoy it, and frequently don't finish it. It amazes me now how feel I free now. When I leave work I don't feel like I really need a drink. I don't feel like I have to stop at the liquor store. Praise God! I am still working on coveting things, but I don't dwell on stuff anymore. I think of stuff I want now and think, "I'll get it if it is meant to be, if not then that is that." I try to think of God first now. My selfishness still gets in the way, but now I recognize it and try to stop it. The hole in my soul is gone, thank You, Lord!
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