When I think of sin I think of an ocean, with us sitting chained, defiantly at the bottom. I see God gently calling onto the surface of the waters. (scratch that… I see him diving in to rescue us…) I see our arms slowly unfolding and our chains releasing from around our ankles. And I see us floating with him to the surface of the waters. And he takes us to dry land to begin our journey with him.
And yet we turn and walk toward the ocean of sin… and see how close we can get. Sticking our toes in wet sand. Sticking our toes in the water’s edge.
But God has not rescued us so that we could feel comfortable at the shoreline… slowly toeing the line between devotion and sin…
He has brought us out to run freely, unhindered, with endurance away from our ocean of sin. He takes us across dry land in pursuit of new, clearer waters.
