This is well worth your time:
And then check out this song by Tedashii, Ft. Flame:
Now, go make war!
This is well worth your time:
And then check out this song by Tedashii, Ft. Flame:
Now, go make war!
A MAN, very much annoyed with a Flea, caught him at last, and said, "Who are you who dare to feed on my limbs, and to cost me so much trouble in catching you?' The Flea replied, "O my dear sir, pray spare my life, and destroy me not, for I cannot possibly do you much harm." The Man, laughing, replied, "Now you shall certainly die by mine own hands, for no evil, whether it be small or large, ought to be tolerated." (From Aesop’s Fables)
Oh, that more believers would heed this lesson: “no evil, whether it be small or large, ought to be tolerated.” Since reading The Mortification of Sin, the words of John Owen have stuck with me,
“Sin aims always at the utmost: every time it rises up to tempt or entice, might it have its own course, it would go out to the utmost sin of that kind…And so far as the soul is made insensible to any sin, that is, as to such a sense as the gospel requires, so far it is hardened. But sin still pressing forward; and that because it hath no bounds but utter relinquishment of God, and opposition to him.” (From, The Mortification of Sin)
If you let a couple of fleas go in your house before you know it your entire house will be infested with fleas. My wife and I, unfortunately, know this all too well. Our cat ended up not only getting pregnant but also getting fleas. Because she was pregnant we felt it best to try to quarantine her in a room and deal with the fleas later. That was dumb. Now we are going to have buy flea stuff for the cat and her kitties as well as tons of flea killer for our house. We should have tried to kill the fleas before this became a problem.
Sin does this exact same thing in our lives. “It is only a little sin,” we rationalize. Friend, there is no such thing as a little sin. Every sin if given opportunity will harden your heart, lead to forsaking the gospel, and relinquishing God from his throne. Even it its seminal stages sin is an affront to God and his glory, and ought to be dealt with.
One area that I have seen this most frequently is in the area of teenagers involved in inappropriate relationships. We have lost numerous students, once seemingly passionate about Jesus, to boyfriends or girlfriends. Ultimately, I know that if these students are in Christ that he will doggedly pursue them and work repentance in their heart. Nonetheless, the pain that is caused by this is jarring.
It starts with an “innocent” relationship. Then mistakes are made. Then it gets uncomfortable being around God’s Word and God’s people. At the crossroads the student will either end the relationship with the boyfriend/girlfriend and respond in repentance or will “end” the relationship with God and run away from Him. “Sin always aims at the utmost.”
What is the answer? Kill the flea. Kill the sin. As John Owen has aptly said, “Be killing sin, or it will be killing you.” Yes, Christ has ultimately taken away the principle of sin and its effects. But we are still called in Scripture to actively be engaged in killing sin. I do not fully understand it but all I know is this: Jesus has killed sin, Jesus is killing sin, and Jesus will ultimately do away with sin and he is calling us to, by his power, engage in killing sin.
So, no matter how big or small the sin might seem to be it needs to be repented of. Believe the gospel enough to turn from the ugliness of sin and embrace the beauty of Christ. A couple fleas can end up costing you lots of labor and money; a “little sin” can cost you your soul.
If you have never read John Owen’s classic work The Mortification of Sin, I would strongly suggest buying a copy for only 6.30 and reading it.
issues" (lust, pornography, anger). One thing always astonishes me...and this astonishes me about my own heart as well; we wallow in sin and plead with God to stir our affections at the same time. As a man nailed to the cross he first struggles and strives and cries out with great strength and might, but, as his blood and spirits waste, his strivings are faint and seldom, his cries low and hoarse, scarce to be heard; when a man first sets on a lust or distemper, to deal with it, it struggles with great violence to break loose; it cries with earnestness and impatience to be satisfied and relieved; but when by mortification the blood and spirits of it are let out, it moves seldom and faintly, cries sparingly, and is scarce heard in the heart; it may have sometimes a dying pang, that makes an appearance of great vigor and strength, but it is quickly over, especially if it be kept from considerable success.Owen also helps us see two things under this point. 1) Some lusts are stronger in some people than in others. For example, one man might struggle mightily with lust and not be tempted by alcohol. Another man may be just the opposite. 2) Some lusts are more visible in their vileness. Fornication is particularly noteworthy here. This often can lead men to believe they are mortified when they are not. This is why Owen advises: A man may beat down the bitter fruit from an evil tree until he is weary; while the root abides in strength and vigor, the beating down of the present fruit will not hinder it from bringing forth more. This is the folly of some men; they set themselves with all earnestness and diligence against the appearing eruption of lust, but, leaving the principle and root untouched, perhaps unsearched out, they make but little or no progress in this work of mortification.
Physician of my sin–sick soul,
To thee I bring my case;
My raging malady control,
And heal me by thy grace.
Pity the anguish I endure,
See how I mourn and pine;
For never can I hope a cure
From any hand but thine.
I would disclose my whole complaint,
But where shall I begin?
No words of mine can fully paint
That worst distemper, sin.
It lies not in a single part,
But through my frame is spread;
A burning fever in my heart,
A palsy in my head.
It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind,
And impotent and lame;
And overclouds, and fills my mind,
With folly, fear, and shame.
A thousand evil thoughts intrude
Tumultuous in my breast;
Which indispose me for my food,
And rob me of my rest.
Lord I am sick, regard my cry,
And set my spirit free;
Say, canst thou let a sinner die,
Who longs to live to thee?