Am I guilty of this? How often do I convince myself that it doesn’t really matter. After all, it’s only a little sin. If I’m totally honest, then the answer has to be yes I am guilty. My imperfections show more on some days than others.
I am not making any excuses for misbehaving. Sin is what it is, sin. Large or small, it doesn’t matter. One small sin is equally as dangerous as one big sin. The thin end of the wedge maybe thin but it’s still big enough to keep a door open. I’m conscious that if that some thin end of the sin wedge did that to my heart then it stands wide open to all-comers. Perhaps then I am in danger to sin becoming normal and I’m back where I started before I even knew about the saving grace of God.
It might not be right but my antidote is watchfulness.
Actually it’s forgiveness and grace. However, I have to become better at not abusing the power of both of these. I must be watchful of understanding the significance of such gifts. In addition I must be watchful to not wallow in the guilt and shame of any of my sin. I don’t need to. That’s the power of grace and to wallow is to possibly cheapen it.
So I am watchful. I need to be. The word encourages me to be.
Be self-controlled and alert. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour [1 Peter 5:8]
It’s the very least I must do. It’s not always easy but it is the least I can do. Thankfully the grace of God helps me in this too, everyday.