Sunday, September 12, 2010

Confessions of a Love Grown Cold

A couple of weeks ago we got a paper in mail.  Its a small newspaper periodical we get because Jeff is in the ministry, and I rarely read it.  This particular paper though caught my eye because it was all about New Orleans 5 years after Hurricane Katrina.

Hurricane Katrina is a sore spot with me.  I am a big believer in personal responsibility, and in the 5 years since New Orleans was decimated I feel like all I have heard about is how horrible things are in Louisiana.  I know they are bad, but part of me just rolls my eyes now.  I sit and I think “Gees, quit waiting around for someone to come and do SOMETHING yourself.”  Its the personal responsibility thing again. 

Now, if you are continuing to read this entry I would imagine it is for one of two reasons: 1) You are amazed at my audacity and are outraged or, 2) You can’t believe it, but you kind of agree with me. 

If  you’re in group 1, hang tight, I will redeem myself.  If you’re in group 2 prepare for conviction. 

In the article I read, with a bitter heart I might add, were testimonies of lives changed because of missionaries and churches in the region.  Hurricane Katrina destroyed the city, broke lives, and took others, but it also opened the doors to many hearts.  Individuals who were once convinced they had no need for Christ have been open to the saving power of the Gospel like never before.  This broken, depraved city has become fertile ground for the life changing truth of Christ and His love. 

God knew that I needed to work this out because just the day before I had read in Matthew 24 about signs of the end of the age.  Jesus points out that “because lawlessness will be increased, the love of many will grow cold.” (v 12)

I am so tempted when I look around and see misfortune on others to scrutinize their lives, and though I would never have admitted out loud (until now I guess) I have always thought that maybe, just maybe, they were simply reaping what they had sown.  My love was cold.

I repented that day of my love grown cold, and I prayed that God would give me the eyes to see His people the way He does, and that He would break my heart for what breaks His.   Jesus said that the greatest commandment was to love God, and the second was to love one another.   We must, as brothers and sisters in Christ, be on guard so that our love does not grow cold.  The beauty of grace is that it isn’t fair, and if we all were to reap what we sow the doors of Hell could not hold us.  God has loved us to the point of death, and the glory of the Gospel is that we do not get what we deserve.


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