I tried to proceed into treatment mode. “We need to get it out. Your toe will feel better if we get it out. It will hurt for a little bit, but then it will be all better.” More crying. He sees the needle and tweezers, and that brings even more drama. He cradles and holds his toe while weeping. And no amount of explaining to him what needed to happen would convince him to let me proceed.And SMACK. A big smack.
How many times has God (or His Spirit) tried to convince me to just give up my sins? How many times has He whispered to me “Just give it to me. Let me take it away. It might hurt a little bit now, but you’ll be blessed all the more in the end.” So why don’t I let him? Why do I hang on to my sins? Why do I cradle them and, I daresay, nurture them? Why?
Why don’t I “confess my sins to others and pray for others so that I may be healed” (James 5:16a)? “I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out.” (Romans 7:18) But, “If I confess my sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive me my sins and purify me from all unrighteousness.” (1 John 1:9) I must strive more diligently to “Let the Word of Christ dwell in me richly.” (Colossians 3:16a) And maybe I’ll get to the point where I’ll gladly let Him come in with needle and tweezers and pluck out my jagged, painful sins.
You know, now that I think about it, I’ve never heard Him say “I told you so.” What a perfect and amazing God we serve.