There is an art to the deflection of all good things personal. Say what?
My lie is meaningless or harmless, and I wouldn’t hurt a flea. There are greater liars you should worry about.
The speed limit is 55. I was only going 68; the other guy was going 90, why did I get the ticket? It’s not fair.
I only stole a paper clip, she took a ream of paper, why am I being written up?
I only made 3 trips to the salad bar, he made 7; why am I a glutton?
The building fell on innocent people; there obviously is no God.
People have no rain; God does not care.
I was late 3 minutes for work. He is always 15 minutes late. Why should I be sent home?
I work for 12.75 an hour; the new guy gets 13.55, it’s not fair.
I suppose the pattern and proof of pointing the finger and making excuses should be apparent, and there are a thousand other proofs that turn the finger right around. Sure others fall short, but the Most High is more interested in you and I.
Who do men say that I am? Well, some say Elias, the baptist, or a prophet. But whom say YE that I am? Ah, there’s the rub; it’s personal, as the word of God finds a man (or woman of course) on the highway, in the restaurant, in the office, in the field, in the home, or in the closet. One can only hide from the oncoming arrow for so long.
The word of God finds all men, first in contempt of heaven, but not with a punishing condemnation, for an honest man is perfectly adequate of doing that favor himself. Honesty is a great friend that sends denial its walking papers.
So the question: Whom do YOU say that the son of man is? Is He merely that prophet, a man with good intentions, a wise man who challenged the powers that be, a man who was known for doing things for the poor, or was He simply He who scripture presents as the son of God, and He whose name is Wonderful?
The curtain will close on your magic act; you will be depleted of your rabbit inventory, and you must face the moment of reckoning. All things are held together by the word of God, and by Him all things consist. In the deepest pocket of your heart you know and recognize that the scent of truth is the most beautiful aroma.
Your noted and documented shortcomings of others have no relevance before He with whom you have to do.
Your friends cannot help you. The alleged scholars you so depended upon cannot defend you, as they have their own set of troubles. Your excuses are lame. Your opinion of yourself is weak. Your perverted comments have crumbled and there you stand before He who is Perfect in all his glory.
Why not bow the knee today in unfettered grace while there are still the sands of time; and stop the pretentious magic act. And oh by the way, God created the hare.