“Wherefore lay apart all filthiness and [overflow of wickedness], and receive with meekness the engrafted word, which is able to save your souls.” James 1:21
I really never wore jeans until I got into the ninth or tenth grade. I remember my first pair of jeans my mom bought me, and I fell in love with them. At first, I had just a couple of pairs, but soon obtained more. I had most of the colors jeans came in, but I saw a pair in white that particularly caught me eye. I purchased those jeans, and received some mixed reviews when I debuted them at school. I had some friends who liked them and others who said I looked like a baker. I really paid no mind to what people said, and I wore them with pride.
The time came for summer church camp, and I laid out my favorite clothes. The week was a time for me to impress, and I wanted to make sure my wardrobe was on point. I decided to pack my white jeans and off I went. I got to camp and realized I had forgotten to pack a pair of sweat pants for the sporting events of the week. The sports activities started on Monday and were scheduled to run through championship games on Thursday. My idea was to start the week with the white jeans and progress to my black ones on Friday.
I started Monday's football game and tried to keep my white jeans white, but soon forgot and just focused on the game. The pants got dirty, and I brushed off the dirt although now they needed a washing. We won the game, so I decided to wear them for the next game. My pants started to turn brown but I was unwilling to part from them because we won again. We made it to the championship game and there was no way I was parting with my pants then, since apparently I thought they were a good luck charm.
Friday's game day arrived and so did the rain. I put my "white" jeans on and headed to the field, ready to wreak havoc. The field was muddy and I loved it. By the end of the game, my jeans were caked in mud. Back in the cabin, my pants were hard to take off because they were so caked in mud, and I had to enlist some help. Once they were off, my legs felt weightless, and my pants no longer resembled anything of their former white glory.
Sin is often the same way, and the more we expose ourselves to it, the filthier we become. We try to play with sin and we become filthy and weighed down with besetting sins. Our hearts are left unprotected, and we begin to look a lot like the world. We do not resemble a Christian at all and we lose our testimony with the world. One sin leads to another and pretty soon, our one sin becomes a filthy lifestyle.
Where are you today friend? Does your life resemble my white jeans after the week at camp in dirt and mud? Is your heart filled with wickedness or are you allowing the Word of God to cleanse your heart from the filthiness of sin? The world is a wicked place but, “Greater is He that is in you than he that is in the world.” Will you lay aside all wickedness and be grafted with the Word or will you succumb to the temptation of sin? May we keep our sin account current with God, and may we not allow sin to take rule over our life.
Stay in the fight! Saso