I got a text from my daughter recently detailing a conversation she had with my four-year old grandson, Isaiah. Evidently he was having trouble being patient while she was completing a task.
Par for the course when you’re four.
Or maybe forty-four.
Definitely at fifty-four.
Let’s be honest. There are those among us who have never mastered the art of patience.
But especially at the tender age of single digit four, waiting is excruciating. So to pass the time he was acting like a robot.
Ever trying to foster desirable qualities in a whimsical way, my daughter asked this robotic wonder if he had a self-control button that he could push.
Oh wouldn’t that be a wonderful thing! A self-control button.
If I could, I would pass one out to every student in my classroom the first day of school saving me hours and hours of behavior management and intervention time.
Of course, I would keep the largest and most obvious one for myself.
Don’t judge. At this time of year it’s every girl for herself.
But I digress.
After thoughtfully considering his mother’s self-control button question, he replied. Yes indeed, he did have such a button.
“But,” he added, ” The sin button is right by the self-control button.”
Truer words were never said.
Why is it that when temptation comes that sin button seems to glow in the dark? It’s always the easy thing to reach, while exercising my self-control feels like fumbling around in the bottom of my purse trying to find my car keys.
I guess the real answer is this.
I’m an imperfect woman in need of a Savior.
A Savior who was willing to go to the cross for my sins, be buried and after three days rise again.
Even when my daily goal is to try to do the right thing, I’m going to think things, say things, do things that in a weak moment translate into sin. As I’m stretching for the self-control button I slip and hit the one labeled sin.
Not every time.
But certainly every day.
Fortunately for me, all is not lost. Even when I hit the wrong button, Jesus forgives and forgets. I get another chance.
And there’s even more good news! Because Jesus paid the price, my sin debt is paid. It’s erased. It’s like I never hit the button at all.
But wanna know the best news ever?
The best news ever is that no matter how imperfect my aim may be, the reality is that Jesus knows me and loves me just the way I am.
I don’t have to be perfect.
I know, right?
That doesn’t mean I won’t keep striving for better self-control. Even a non-robot such as myself has a lot of room for improvement.
It’s just really nice to know that I don’t have to be perfect, because after all…
I already have a Savior who is.