As a kid growing up on a lake, I would catch turtles, frogs,
and whatever else was not wise enough to hide before I got to them. These creatures thrived the warm shallow
water in a muddy bottomed area of the lake.
As the summer progressed, the lake water evaporated leaving a wide
expanse of exposed mud. As I tried to stay
near the water’s edge, where my potential captives lived, I sunk into the mud
up to my knees.
Every step challenged my balance. The suction of the mud pulled my shoes
off. I fell once and my arm went into
the mud past my elbow. The stale smell
of the slimy mud filled my nose. I struggled and struggled to pull my arm out
and regain my upright position. I
figured if I tried to use my other had to push myself up, I would be permanently
stuck in the mud. I imagined someone
finding my fossilized remains someday, like the animals at the LaBrea Tar Pits.
Eventually, I regained my balance and managed to get myself to firmer footing.
Jesus warned the Pharisees that they needed to believe in Him
or they would be stuck in their sins. They didn’t realize it yet, but they
needed rescue. They would die a tragic
and senseless death in their sins. The
consequences would last for all eternity.
Before I trusted Christ as my Savior, I was stuck in my sins,
doomed to die and spend eternity in hell.
After I believed in Jesus and what He did for me on the cross, I was no
longer stuck in my sins. Praise God!
“Then said Jesus again
unto them, I go my way, and ye shall seek me, and shall die in your sins:
whither I go, ye cannot come. Then said the Jews, Will he kill himself? because
he saith, Whither I go, ye cannot come. And he said unto them, Ye are from
beneath; I am from above: ye are of this world; I am not of this world. I said
therefore unto you, that ye shall die in your sins: for if ye believe not that
I am he, ye shall die in your sins.” John 8:21 -24.
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