Despite the best efforts of
well-meaning people in the areas of protection, Ebola has spread. Perhaps some
of those so confident that the virus would not spread trusted uncritically in
protocol; maybe there was even the occasional smug person in the group that assured
us that Ebola would not spread in the United States. Maybe some of our medical
leaders told us what they thought they needed to tell us to calm us – or even
to preserve their own positions.
In my own life, whenever I’m
become smug and complacent toward sin I’ve been taken aback by the force of
sin. Whenever I’ve thought that I was impervious to sin I’ve been laid low by
sin. No pastor or brother in Christ has ever done me a favor by ignoring or
downplaying the reality of sin. And yet I’ve been in Christian churches where I
seldom heard about sin, instead the focus has been on making me feel good. That
is like care givers telling an Ebola patient that all he needs to do is eat ice
cream and pizza and then he’ll feel better and because he feels better all will
be well. An accurate diagnosis, no matter how terrible it may be, sure beats a panacea.
Sugar pills, whether dispensed by doctors or preachers, constitute malpractice.
I note that the “buddy
system” has been implemented among health care workers dealing with Ebola. They
help each other suit up, disinfect, and remove their protective gear – it’s a
team effort. They look out for one another. Isn’t that the way it ought to be
among God’s people? We need one another for encouragement, for grace, and for
diagnostics. We are to confess our faults to one another, we are to pray for
one another, and we are to forgive one another. We are to make sure that our
brother or sister isn’t exposed to spiritual toxins, and if we see that they
are in danger we are to graciously serve them – not browbeat them, but protect
them.
To
be continued…
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