It's a game. It's impossible to avoid because we are all wired to play it. It's
the comparison game. It's based on the belief that there will always be those
who are worse sinners than we are. (By whose ruling? Conveniently ours, of
course.) It's righteousness by default. It's what keeps sinners in bars and the
"righteous," somewhere else.
It takes a lot of our attention to maintain
the game. It's even played in church, where levels of "spirituality" keep us
from being totally honest with one another. And it's an exhausting game that
requires a good deal of manipulation of the facts to keep it going.
down inside, we long for God to blow the whistle on the whole game. Deep down
inside, we want the truth, and when it finally hits home, it hits with
incredible fierceness. It's the only way this will work. We are—every one of
us—completely, utterly despicable sinners who are completely, utterly, and
wonderfully saved. We gather around the same table, separated by society yet
joined by God—Pharisee and sinner, weak and strong, beautiful and ugly, straight
and gay, intelligent and ignorant alike, holding out our hands for the blessed
forgiveness. There is no division here. No CASUAL SINNERS over here, or NICE
PEOPLE SINNERS over there, or REALLY BAD SINNERS down there and to the left. We
are all equally guilty, so we can all be equally and gloriously saved.
The Catch, © 11/9/2009 by John Fischer