Flawed More Than I Think?

GodReflection: Is Grace Still Amazing?

Think shiny, pristine, and new. Think perfect. Have you ever received a gift like that? Have you every purchased something that fit such a description?

That was my baby-blue 1965 Ford Mustang with White Bucket Seats. It was not long until the bucket seats revealed a defective latch. The back seat turned out to be as comfortable as a wooden plank and—the engine began to overheat. My prized possession was flawed.

I was born a perfect (so my parents thought) nine-pound baby boy. Rather quickly in the growth process the obvious appeared. I was no Olympian. My body possessed flaws. What happened to my original perfection?

Even little tykes don’t take long to challenge authority. We become quite comfortable with the concept of “mine”. Loudly, we shout our first “no” to parental instruction. Before I could articulate “mama” or “dada,” what began as an undamaged pure work of Creator God started to rebel.

This morning at breakfast unexpectedly I ran into this verse in Scripture: “There is one other thing I have learned. God made people good, but they have found many ways to be bad” (Ecclesiastes 7:29 Easy-to-Read Version). The wisdom from the old preacher sums up our condition with accuracy. 

Throughout the years of this blog I have referred to my incomprehensible gift of birth into a family tree of God followers. I’ve often said that my parents probably transported me as quickly as possible from the hospital to the church pew after my entrance into the world.

Those of us—who by no merit of our own—grafted into a God-honoring family tree from the day of our birth can live with a blind spot in our vision.

I grew-up with Bible input from my church life at the same rate I received instruction from public school to read, write, add, and subtract numbers. With a generous interpretation of The Ten Commandments, it was far too easy to grant myself a greater amount of self-good than is present in too many of my inner thoughts and my daily actions.

My DNA has more than an ample amount of sin programed from Adamic genes. Thus, I live a contrast.

My sin is my first reality. I would find no challenge to compile a “my sin” list.The difficulty would be to make the list complete. It would be more than disheartening to see the entire picture of seven decades of my sin.

The second reality is my walk with Jesus. After the apostle Paul makes numerous observations in Romans chapter seven; with descriptive testimony he describes the constant war of sin in his own body.

I don’t understand why I act the way I do. I don’t do the good I want to do, and I do the evil I hate (verse 15)  So I have learned this rule: When I want to do good, evil is there with me.(verse 21)

Then, he asks a reflective question. It is a question he invites me to consider along with him.

Who will save me from this body that brings me death? (verse 24)

Paul has discovered the answer. The answer changed his life. It’s a biggie. His answer makes possible my claim to walk with Jesus:

I thank God for his salvation through Jesus Christ our Lord! (verse 25)

I’m forced to conclude I am more flawed than I may admit at times. But to think that God was willing to go through death on a cross, burial, and resurrection to cover my sin and grace me salvation through Jesus should make me want to shout: “grace is still amazing because God provides it as a gift to me”.

Stay tuned.

Dr. Gary J. Sorrells

A GodReflection: Flawed More Than I Think?  




One thought on “Flawed More Than I Think?

  1. Gary, I truly enjoy your blog posts…..they always make me think more deeply….
    Thank you for your God led insight into His word and sharing your commentary…..
    hope you are well….Many blessings to you and yours during this Christmas season.


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