I came across an article of John Piper’s recently in which he listed five besetting sins with which he struggles.
I chuckled bitterly. If only my list were that short.
Not that Piper claimed only five besetting sins, but I don’t even know how he could tier them. Mine certainly don’t lend themselves to such stratification.
They cling. They bite at my heels. They relentlessly pursue, like a dog who will not yield the chase, or the zombie who knows nothing but the taste of living blood.
The battle is intense. I am not rolling over. One could say that I am winning more skirmishes, making more progress, than I used to be. But something in my heart refuses such encouragement. Total eradication is the goal. If I content myself with anything less, I will inevitably accomplish something less.
And there are days in which I do indeed accomplish much less. Days that seem dominated, marked, headlined by sin.
Then, this evening during repentant prayer, I read these words of Jesus to his disciples: