How Cold is Sin…..

Heb 12:1a “Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith…”

 

How Cold is Sin…..

 

It was Christmas Eve in Korea. An expectant mother walked through

the snow to the home of a missionary friend where she knew she could find

help. A short way down the road from the mission house was a deep gully

spanned by a bridge. As the young woman stumbled forward, birth pains

overcame her. She realized she could go no farther. She crawled under the bridge.

 

There alone between the trestles she gave birth to a baby boy. She

had nothing with her except the heavy padded clothes she was wearing.

One by one she removed the pieces of her clothing and wrapped them

around her tiny son around and around, like a cumbersome cocoon.

 

Then, finding a discarded piece of burlap, she pulled it over herself,

and lay exhausted beside her baby.

 

The next morning the missionary drove across the bridge in her Jeep to

take Christmas basket to a Korean family. On the way back, as she neared

the bridge, the Jeep sputtered and died, out of gas. Getting out of the

Jeep she started to walk across the bridge, and heard a faint cry

beneath her. She crawled under the bridge to investigate.

 

There she found the tiny baby, warm but hungry, and the young mother

frozen to death.

 

The missionary took the baby home and cared for him. As the boy

grew, he often asked his adopted mother to tell him the story of how she

had found him.

 

On Christmas Day, his 12th birthday, he asked the missionary to take

him to his mother’s grave. Once there he asked her to wait a distance away

while he went to pray. The boy stood beside the grave with bowed head,

weeping.

 

Then he began to disrobe. As the astonished missionary watched,

the boy took off his warm clothing, piece by piece, and laid it on his mother’s

grave. Surely he won’t take off all his clothing, the missionary thought. He’ll

freeze! But the boy stripped himself of everything, putting all his warm

clothing on the grave. He knelt naked and shivering in the snow.

 

As the missionary went to him to help him dress again, she heard him

cry out to the mother he never knew: “Were you colder than this for me, my

mother?” And he wept bitterly.

 

When Christ came, He stripped himself of every royal garment and

entered into our world of hatred and cold indifference. Why did He do it?

Because He saw centuries of broken lives needing a Savior. And then He

died as a sacrifice for sins He did not commit. How could this be?

 

The sin of human hearts. The long history of men making slaves of

other men. Centuries of cannibalism and cruelty. Starvation and suffering.

The worship of false gods in temples made with hands. War, bloodshed,

crime, and greed, those things broke the heart of Christ. But so did we.

 

Our coldness broke His heart and now it freezes Him out. We

complacent Americans who are saved, satisfied, and sitting! We who pray,

“Give us compassion for a lost world,” and then “sacrifice” a dollar for

missions. We with our elegant homes and brimming garbage cans. We

who have the money, knowledge, and manpower to take the gospel

to every creature, and yet we don’t. We who say we love the lost, and

neglect to tell a lost neighbor about a loving Savior.

 

Jesus love lies frozen between trestle lips that ought to be warm

to speak for Him. Lord, we take off our garments of pride and

self-righteousness, glittering but transparently filthy rags that they

are, and lay them at Your feet. In our naked need we cry, “Were you

colder than this because of us, Lord?” And we weep bitterly, because we

know You were.

 

by Ruth Seamands

 

Heb 12:1,2 “Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith, Who

for the joy that was set before Him, endured the cross, despising the

shame, and is set down at the right hand of the Throne of God.”

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