This past week I was knocked off my feet by a virus. It started on the weekend with the shivers, then the sweats, then the headache and then I went to bed to ward off the nausea. The next morning I woke with no voice and a throat that hurt more than I’ve experienced in a long time.
I was three days with little to no voice only to regain it as the virus morphed into a full-blown head cold. I couldn’t breathe. My sinuses were full and my nose was brighter than Rudolph’s. I finally found some old Sinus and Allergy pills (a.k.a. miracle pills). I popped a few and hit the sack. The next day I felt like a new woman, completely restored to good health. It was the oddest virus ever.
When my sickness became severe I was ready for radical treatment. I probably would have tried almost anything to numb the pain and clear my head. Then it hit me, the sin in my life is like this virus, only sin is terminal. Such an extreme illness requires more than a quick fix miracle pill, it requires radical treatment.
Is it really that bad? Am I really that sick? Consider these verses:
Jeremiah 17:9, “The heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked. Who can know it?”
Rom 3:10-12, “There is no one righteous, not even one; there is no one who understands, no one who seeks God. All have turned away, they have together become worthless; there is no one who does good, not even one.”
1 John 1:8, “If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us.”
God’s word makes it clear; I am a sinful person. Thankfully God also makes the treatment clear. Forgiveness is found in faith in Jesus Christ, who took upon himself the disease of my sin when he died on the cross. My sin is a terminal problem with only one cure.