I came across an article of John Piper’s 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 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.
I’m not rolling over, mind you. On some fronts, I’m winning more skirmishes than I’m losing.
But something in my heart refuses such encouragement. Total eradication is the goal. If I content myself with less, I will accomplish less.
And there are days in which I do indeed accomplish much less. Days that seem dominated, marked, headlined by sin.
Then, this evening, I read these words of Jesus to his disciples: