In the late part of the 1800s, a London Times journalist asked ten of the brightest men in England this question, “What is wrong with the World?” One of these men responded,
“Dear Sirs, I am.
Signed, G.K. Chesterton.”
Chesterton had been incredibly convinced of his own depravity. He knew the evil that waited for him, lusting for him in the next room–or the very next set of circumstances. G.K. had no illusions about the sin, a ravenous sin that could seize him at the drop of a hat–springing up, and devouring him. In the moral and spiritual landscape, he wasn’t the predator, no! He was the prey.
In my own walk of following Jesus, I must deal with certain issues. I want to stress this–I have a mental illness but, it is not a spiritual illness. But that is not completely true either. We all are spiritually ill, everyone of us, made sick by sin–and Satan is volunteering to be our doctor!
On a different level, the kingdom of darkness is working to keep me spiritually sick. The Prince (or chief physician) of that evil has intentions to malnourish and to erode my spiritual health. His form of smallpox, and his version of the measles corrupt and sicken me.
I guess I’m in a quandary. Who should treat me? I find myself trying to see both. I have periods when I favor one treatment plan–and then I abruptly make an appointment to see the competing healthcare provider. I vacillate and it carries me right in the dynamic tension of Romans chapter 7:5, 14-15.
5 “When we were controlled by our old nature, sinful desires were at work within us, and the law aroused these evil desires that produced a harvest of sinful deeds, resulting in death. So the trouble is not with the law, for it is spiritual and good. The trouble is with me, for I am all too human, a slave to sin. 15 I don’t really understand myself, for I want to do what is right, but I don’t do it. Instead, I do what I hate.”
I’m at the place; and perhaps, the age, to work out some kinks in my heart–and my thinking. And I scare myself. There is such a dynamic working over me, that compels me to seek Jesus for his help. My soul is sickened– a wrong diet of choices, habits, attitudes– all in an “overheated culture that is pounding and cajoling and maneuvering, like some “used car salesman” all on a spiritual level.
“True” holiness, not the religious kind, is our daily destiny. Mixed with grace, it becomes something that pleases our Father.
Dear ones, please hold on to your faith and love in our Lord Jesus. We must fear God enough to do this. We must hate sin even more.
“I am more afraid of my own heart than of the pope and all his cardinals. I have within me the great pope, self.”
- A Ferocious Disease Sweeps Over the Globe! (Repost) (revivalandreformation.wordpress.com)
- Why Do I Adore My King? (expertspages.com)
- Mental Illness (newcreationsite.wordpress.com)
- The Meaning of Illness (jamesmarroquin.com)