Summary: Grace, Sin, Restoration, Shame
John 8:1-11 (p. 746) June 1, 2014
At the end of their first date, a young man takes the girl back to her home. Emboldened by the night, he decides to try for that important first kiss. With an air of confidence, he leans with his hand against the wall and, smiling, he says to her, “Darling, how ‘bout a good night kiss?”
Embarrassed, she replies, “Oh, I couldn’t do that. My parents will see us!”
“Oh come on! Who’s gonna see us at this hour?”
“No, please. I would just die of embarrassment if someone saw us.”
“Oh come on, there’s nobody around, they’re all sleeping!”
“No way. It’s just too risky!”
“Oh please, please, I like you so much!”
“No. I like you too, but I just can’t!”
“Oh yes you can. Please?”
“No, no. I just can’t.”
Out of the blue, the porch light goes on and the girl’s sister shows up in her pajamas, hair disheveled. In a sleepy voice the sister says: “Dad says to go ahead and give him a kiss. Or I can do it. Or if need be, he’ll come down himself and do it. But for crying out loud tell him to hake his hand off the intercom button!”
Busted!!! And Embarrassed!!! Have you been there? Your hand caught in the cookie jar.
Sin is something we’d like to keep secretive, hidden. That’s why they’re called “Night Clubs” not “Day Clubs.” We lock the door so no one comes in...we go to another town where no one knows us. We want the place to be dark so no one sees us.
And why do we sin? Well, Hebrews 11:25 tells us...”we enjoy sins pleasure for a season.”
I hate pickled beets...they taste like purple pickled dirt to me. If you like them, good, but they make me physically sick. (And no I don’t want to try your aunt Gertrude’s special recipe to make them!) If sin appealed to me like “pickled beets” I’d be perfect. No problem saying NO!
But sin appeals to our nature like “red velvet cake” and fried chicken” does to my appetite. It tastes good, but then I know I shouldn’t have done that.
We enjoy the high at the party and if feels good temporarily...the problem comes when we wreck the car or get pulled over on the way home...We hide behind the locked door, but then someone walks in...We go to the other town where no one knows us, but run into our sister in law at the restaurant. And the pleasure is replaced with the harvest we’ve planted.
Billy Sunday he old evangelist said, “Most people live their lives sowing wild oats all week long, and then they go to church on Sunday to pray for crop failure.”
Paul tells the Galatians, and us “Do not be deceived, God cannot be mocked, we reap what we sow.” Whoever sows to please their flesh, with the flesh will reap destruction, whoever sows to please the (Holy) Spirit from the Spirit will reap eternal life.” (Gal. 6:7-8)