I confess that I preached today for the first time in almost a month. David and Bathsheba, repentance, and forgiveness. After church we came home and had a pretty low activity afternoon. Our two and a half year old had some quiet time while the baby slept, and the Mrs. and I started watching Firefly on netflix. It was nice to have a slow day.
Right before bedtime I went with some friends to hear the Machine Gun Preacher, Sam Childers, speak about his organization at a little church in Glenarm. It was somewhat odd to be in Northern Ireland and hear a person with a Southern drawl from the United States. I confess that I have tried to read Childers’ book and only made it about half way through before I grew disappointed in the literary genius and theological explanations that were given in the text. I also confess that I made it about half way through the movie starring Gerard Butler called Machine Gun Preacher. I confess that I enjoyed hearing Childers speak, though I feel as though the man is a walking contradiction. On one hand he said that God doesn’t want to change me, and on the other hand he said he wanted to preach to us to help us change. On one hand he says he made a pact with God never to leave a child behind, and on the other hand he hasn’t spent Christmas with his own daughter in years. On one hand he says he has a sustainable system set up, on the other hand it seems to be run by foreign aid. On the one hand he confesses Jesus Christ as his Savior, but on the other he kills people in defense of orphans.
He is contradictory, but so am I.
On one hand my spirit is willing, on the other my flesh is weak. On one hand I do not do the good I want to do, on the other hand I do the evil I do not want to do. I confess that I too am a walking contradiction. It is by the blood of Jesus Christ alone that I am saved. Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
I’ve made my confession, now go and make yours.