As I lay here, sun pouring through the windows and the urgency of the day on my mind, I am trying to take the time to hear a still and quiet voice. The Lord is so soft and gentle with me, is he the same with you? I don't want to jump out of this moment, I long to linger in the light and stillness. I discovered something this morning, through a hodgepodge of thoughts from Luke, a single piece of thread that connects the words of Christ's life.
The thread, dying to self.
While I have been digging into chapter 17 and 18 in Luke, I began to notice the thread amongst all the various parables. First, Jesus says "things that cause people to sin are bound to come, but woe to the person through who they come." He continues to explain, the best for us who lead little ones to sin is to be thrown into a sea with a milestone around your neck. The milestone was used to yoke the ox together, to bound an animal to another object, forcing them to do the work in front of them. I began to question, How often to I bind someone to work or sin? Are we not all bound to sin at some point? How often do I hold others to their sin, forcing them to carry their weight. Woe, to me, I should tie the milestone on my neck and drown in the sea.
