How then can man be in the right before God? How can he who is born of woman be pure? -Job 25:4, NIV
How can a beautiful, tender baby be born in sin, if his tiny hands and his tiny heart can’t even tell the difference between right or wrong? Can he actually know the horrors of pain and anguish and a botched-up abortion? His poor, tiny heart can’t take such horrors. No, he can’t, his heart can’t take the disappointment.
Allow me to expand the former statement: our hearts can’t take disappointment.
Our hearts begin in this world, vibrant, pulsing, and beating. We rush to follow our far-fetched dreams with courage and strength. There’s a direction our hearts follow, and we have to go through that road while...at the same time..the world inches closer and closer into us. Worry. Failure. Faithlessness. Disappointment. They suck the valor we harbor in our hearts.
Sadly, what are we to do when we learn that our natural state is more sinister and diabolical than what we ever thought it would be? Like a knight that discovers he was born a lowly peasant, a sense of guilt permeates our brain and subjects us to the sound of silence –if silence ever had a sound.
We are nephews of Onan. We are brothers of Cain. We are sons of Adam. We are sons of the foregone flesh.
Born in sin… but who could redeem us? Who would show us another way in splintery darts?
For centuries, no one could do that. They gave us blankets, but they were too dirty. They gave us water, but it was too murky. They gave us food but it wasn’t appetizing- too overcooked, too undercooked, too salty, too soso. Nothing would fill that hole that disappointment left in our hearts.
Who would take us back to Eden? Who would change our purity to the very core?
Love is pure…and Who is purer than all of the world?