27
May

barfing

Last Sunday I heard an analogy that has kept nagging me most of the week. It was about vomit!

Ok. Stay with me.

You know when you are sick  — maybe it’s the stomach flu, maybe something else and you just feel like you’re on the verge of doing something. Either throwing up or having diarrhea. Sometimes you don’t know which one, you just know something needs to happen. You’re with a good friend who can see you’re in pain. She can see you’re hurting and she knows what would make you feel a whole lot better. But when she suggests you just go in the bathroom and try to throw up, you are offended and say, “No I can do this. I’m fine. I’m not going to go throw up. That’s disgusting! So you hurt some more and wave your hand through the air near your face to cool yourself off.

And somehow you do manage to get by. But you wear yourself out trying to keep everything in and you sweat and chill and ache. You might even cry, because it hurts so bad.

Your friend promises you’ll feel so much better. You’ll get rid of all the crap or [food] poison that’s churning around in your gut. Yah, you might be embarrassed for a few minutes because it really stinks and everyone might know. But after a bit you can get on with your day. You can get on with your life. From a better place.

The analagy.

You know when you are sick. Sick at heart  — maybe it’s a sin, maybe something else and you just feel like you’re on the verge of doing something. You know something has to change. You know something needs to happen. You’re with a good friend who can see you’re in pain. She can see you’re hurting and she knows what would make you feel a whole lot better. But when she suggests you repent, you are offended and say, “No I can do this. I’m fine. I’m not going to repent. That’s disgusting! So you hurt some more and wave your hand through the air near your face to cool yourself off.

And somehow you do manage to get by. But you wear yourself out trying to keep everything in and you sweat and chill and ache. You might even cry, because it hurts so bad.

Your friend promises you’ll feel so much better. You’ll get rid of all the crap or poison that’s churning around in your gut. Yah, you might be embarrassed for a few minutes because it really stinks and everyone might know. But after a bit you can get on with your day. You can get on with your life. From a better place.

In both cases getting on your knees would probably help.

Why is it that we don’t repent? Why don’t we just get rid of it?

We all have stuff. We’ve got junk, and weight and guilt and remorse and sin. I know I do. All of them.