Today I paid a decent bit of money, and the only thing that came out of it, was the assurance that I would have to pay a lot more money later. I waited at my house today from 1-4 pm (because the plumbing service always operates with exact science) so that a lad could come and fix my sink (I guess that’s a sexist assumption-but I’ve never seen a female plumber). He charged me $75 to fix something that really should have been under warranty.
But anyhow, I agreed to pay the 75 dollars to stop the leak under the bathroom sink. So he grabbed the 15 dollar part and proceeded to ‘plumb away’ with it. After two of those 15 dollar parts, the leak was still as active as the humidity these days. He deemed the sink useless. So I was stuck paying 75 dollars so that he could tell me my sink was useless, and not fix it. After he made a phone call on my behalf, he dropped the fee to 45 dollars. Still, I hate paying for someone to not fix something.
I think sin is much like paying for our product (our life) to be fixed, but finding out in the end that our payment only leaves us more frustrated. Because not only did nothing get fixed, we feel more in debt than before; the payment only leaves us more aware that the problem is not something we can fix, or can afford to fix. But this is where the gospel becomes sweet: we’re not more in debt tomorrow even though it feels like it. Our debt has been canceled and new sink purchased. The ‘glory’ in confessed sin and need is that the gospel tastes that much sweeter: like bottled water as opposed to tap water.
ouch! there is nothing worse. that is why I often do not pay myself for what I do.