Saturday evening, Steve and I decided to relax with pizza and a movie and it was my duty to pick the flick. I browsed and I browsed, and kept coming back to The Boy in the Striped Pajamas. I was all ready to sit down and watch this movie, until I discovered the last two lines of the description. It informed me that it was about the Holocaust. I jabbered something to Steve along the lines of, oh no, I don't want to watch it now. It says it is dark and sad. But in the end, I decided to go ahead with it, and I have to say, it caused me to ponder several things.........
Several things that I don't want to bring to light about my sinful nature, but confession is good for the soul. Confessional living is where I want to be. And although I don't intend for the following thoughts to be controversial, they just might be.
I watched in disgust and cried as the realities of the Holocaust once again invaded my mind. At the end of the movie, Steve and I talked about the murderous agenda of Hitler's regime. We talked about how easily they convinced people that what they were doing was for the good of "the motherland". And how easily many people bought it. And thankfully, how others did not buy into the lie and courageously fought against evil.
And then it hit me. I've believed that same lie, and others, as well.
I've been blinded by the hideous lie that I am better than someone else.
That I am above someone else.
That my life, my plans, my goals, and my opinions are more important than anything or anyone else.
And that those plans and goals must be carried out at the expense of someone else.
That my self-comfort is more important than the needs of someone's soul.
That my security rests primarily in my friends, my social status, or my financial security.
That I can't reach out to anyone else at church except for the clique that I cling to day after day, month after month, and year after year........
That my style of worship warrants true worship and anything different simply cannot produce God-honoring, gospel centered, and Christ exalting worship.
That my style of parenting is the. style.
That I am right and you are wrong.
That I deserve this or that.
That I am really not that bad.
That, yes, Christ bought that person with His blood, but I'll treat them like dirt because they're just different, I have a personality conflict with them, I'm envious of them, or I don't agree with their style of living.
That my sin of greed, covetousness, and envy are somehow lesser sins than the sin of homosexuality or murder.................
That I am not the chief of sinners.
I'd suggest watching The Boy in the Striped Pajamas.
It is heart-wrenching.
It is dark and sad.
But it challenged me in my thinking and I am grateful for the challenge.