The past few days I have been increasingly amazed at our capacity for self-destruction. Jesus wept over the people of Jerusalem, saying how often he had longed to protect them like a hen gathering her chicks under her wings–but they wouldn’t let him.
Often, we don’t let him either.
A Christian woman knows the man she is going out with has a deep desire for her–and none at all for our Lord. She sees him anyway.
A Christian man asks for prayer that he can regain his physical strength and that his finances will improve. Then he goes over to the sidewalk to have a cigarette.
A young mother is furious with the church staff because we won’t allow a known pedophile to sit with her preschool age son during dinner.
A teen is so enamored with the idea of joining the military and killing the enemy he forgets he has given his life to the Prince of Peace.
You may not like all my examples. And yes, there are reasons people are the way they are.
The fact remains, we are our own worst enemy. We have a seemingly unlimited drive toward self-destruction.
It doesn’t have to be that way. But then we know that too. It doesn’t stop us.
Jesus died for us, knowing we most of us were bent on our own self-destruction anyway.