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I felt a suspicious "bump" as I pulled my car into the driveway and came to a stop in our carport. Sure enough, one of the rear tires was flat, exposing the metal cord of the steel-belted radial. The next morning, when I visited the tire dealer, I noticed that the same brand of tire on the other side of the car showed no such wear. I asked why. My friend explained that a nail had stuck in the rubber and transferred rust to the steel belts, weakening the interior of the tire. That in turn caused the belt and the tread to separate. Just a nail and a little rust!
How easily spiritual "bumps" can develop in the life of a Christian! Unconfessed sin in the heart is like rust on the steel belts. At first, nothing appears to be wrong, and we may even consider it of no consequence. But our love for the Lord wanes; interest in God’s Word declines; prayer becomes less important. Soon spiritual progress comes to a bumping halt.
It may be some bad sin...
Sin has become commonplace among God’s people. We have become somewhat hardened to it, given the constant exposure we have to it through modern media. Sin is a problem in the life of a Christian, and unconfessed sin will hinder the prayer life of anyone.
Consider the following example of a young woman seeking counsel from a pastor’s wife. She said, "Jill, I’ve lost my joy, I’ve lost my peace, and I want it back."
"Where did you lose it?" I asked.
"That has nothing to do with this," she replied. "Help me to get it back."
"But where did you lose it?"
"I don’t want to...
WHAT'S REALLY WRONG WITH ME
These are the words of a bloke who grew up in the Salvation Army, "The year 1950 found us, my wife and I and three small children, living in our new bungalow in the seaside city of Timaru. Success had come in business and academic life, musical compositions were being published and the corps band under my leadership was growing in numbers, morale and musicianship. But my heart was cold. Sins unconfessed remained unforgiven. With every year, stubborn disobedience pride became more strongly entrenched. Then broke the morning when I blurted out to my wife: ‘You know what’s really wrong with me – I desperately need to get right with God.’ That evening, the 5th of June at five o’clock, as a man of over thirty years of age, and for the first time ...
