A Finger Down Their Throat

Everywhere you look people are hungry. A big problem, though, is that the mob is not just looking for food in the wrong place, they are trying to get full by sticking their finger down their throat over the toilet (or, it’s not even that modest).

The mob, confessing the sins of their great-grandfathers and the sins of their corporate neighbors and the sins of stone statues, have hearts that are empty because they are full of hate and anger and envy. Their actual sins are devouring them, it is self-consumption, and as one of our cultural prophets said, they can’t get no satisfaction. Just look at the misery.

As Christians we see not only that their standards are wrong, but also that purging isn’t tasty. Our confession of sin isn’t the feast, it readies us for it.

Put away all malice and all deceit and hypocrisy and envy and all slander, like newborn infants, long for the pure spiritual milk, that by it you may grow up to salvation, if indeed you have tasted that the Lord is good. (1 Peter 2:1-3)

Our repentance is not the food, our repentance turns us toward the food. Confession of sin is good, but it is good like washing the gunk off of day old dishes to receive the feast.

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