Sometimes I try to fool myself to think that I, with all that theological education and service, have outlived my ability to sin. Ha!Ha! Ha! I’d like to believe it, but I can’t ’cause it just ain’t true. Even at my ripe old age, I am still a broken old sinner.
To my shame, everyday reminds me of my sinfulness. I have gotten much, much better and more kind in my speech than I was back after the 2016 election. I was angry. My wife cried for two days. I was sure the world was going to hell in a hand basket. I responded to posts with a lack of grace that was just not like me. It was if something had taken over my mind, heart and speech. I said many things I should never have said, and I lost some good friends. My whole family is on the other side of the issue and we finally had to agree not to talk about it.
And so I pray for forgiveness when I am a stiff-necked rebellious old sinner, more passionate about how life used to be than about who Jesus is right now. There are still days when I am cranky and complain about insignificant things.
Lord, forgive me, your elderly child. Hear my earnest prayer of confession. Cover me in your grace, and help me daily to live in that grace as I continue to grow up and walk in your likeness. Amen.
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