
It has been happening again …
the obvious sense of God’s intentional stalking of my heart and thoughts, reaching into my very being, taking me on a journey that will test my preconceived notions beyond anything I could ever imagine.
God has been leading me to a variety of teachings, on a specific topic, but he keeps bringing me back to Hebrews 12.
And it all starts with nudity choosing freedom.
“let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles”
I’ve gotta admit … I am not so comfortable talking about my sin. I can talk about the sin of others, or the sins of my past, but … present sins (yes, sins, as in plural) … kinda gives me the heebie jeebies.
It kinda makes me feel … naked, exposed, stripped down.
when sin is exposed, and we feel exposed
It is as if the sin becomes us, we become the sin. As if the light that illuminates our wrong way of living, shines a spotlight on our very selves, our very souls …
But, to “throw off” our life-hindering sin, it has to come to light, so that we can live.
dark to death
light to life
So, we are to throw off this hindering sin. It is hindering because it becomes like heavy baggage, resulting in bitterness, sorrow and feeling stretched and weighed down. To throw it off means to move on,
And to move on … well, isn’t that what we need to do? Isn’t that what New Year’s resolutions are all about? moving on from the old, and toward the new?
This stalking by God, that I have been sensing … it is all about moving on, it is all about throwing off the sins that are hindering,
but first, I have to call a spade a spade,
and admit that I sin,
so that I can strip it from my life.
Day one, the journey has begun.


For today, though, I am considering my goals in my walk with God.

Since it is still the first week of January, I figure it is not too late to talk New Years resolutions.
Many of us awake today, January 1, 2012, on the same day that we went to sleep. Whether we were at a rousing house party, a midnight mass, dancing with friends, drinking a warm cup of milk alone in the quiet of the night, or watching the ball drop in New York City (live, or, more likely, on the tube) we saw the new year in.