Not meaning this to step on people’s toes, but why do we choose sin?
Understand, I am a sinner too. I do bad things.
Here’s my question. Why do we hold onto sin? What I see is a clutching, tight-fisted handhold on habits of sin. I don’t want to let go. I don’t want to be free. I like my sins.
We pick on addicts, consider ourselves so much better than them, but in the end, we all lean toward addiction. Porn that destroys our marriages, our families, is no better than heroin. TV, that steals our time and fills our minds with so much garbage, is no better than ecstasy or meth. Romance novels, with their false relationships and perfect endings, are no better than whiskey.
And we would choose all these rather than find the freedom that Jesus Christ so freely gives us.
When I was a practicing addict, I would never listen, never truly hear the voices of those who claimed there was freedom, real freedom from anything. So maybe I’m just wasting my time. I don’t think so. I think there is someone out there, right now that wants to believe they don’t have to continue living a life of death. They are hoping that they don’t have to be a slave to what hates them, what wants them dead.
To them I say, “If the Son sets you free, you can, you will be free indeed.”