Meanwhile, the leading priests and the elders persuaded the crowd to ask for Barabbas to be released and for Jesus to be put to death. - Matthew 27:20
Sometimes I feel like that crowd. I'm so easily persuaded to believe a lie about my Savior. I'm so willing to sacrifice Him yet again. It grieves me, this fleshly weakness that I have.
The priest of pain whispers into my ear that Jesus has no idea how this feels. Surely He wouldn't have expected me to be thankful in this circumstance.
The elder of grief sidles up and smiles and reassures me that it's perfectly normal to lose faith in moments like this. Go ahead. Blaspheme.
The priest of self-pity slides his slimy arm around my shoulders. He looks me right in the eye, like he's so concerned for my well-being. He oozes comfort as he poisons my mind toward the only One who truly cares.
I pray that today I will be more discerning in the voices to which I choose to listen. Because God is love. And love is what He wants for and from me.
May the truth win out in your heart today, too, dear one. May it always be heard.
Dear God, whisper more loudly than the enemy today. Make me bold enough to stand for the truth that You are Holy, You are loving, and You are here. In Jesus' Name, Amen...
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