The Art of Letting Go
As morning dawned, the angels urged Lot, saying, “Up! Take your wife and your two daughters who are here, lest you be swept away in the punishment of the city.” But he lingered.
I’m completely dumbfounded by Lot’s response here and it gets worse the more I try to put myself in the scene. Husbands and fathers, imagine an entire city center, full of drunken men, all of whom are your neighbors, suddenly bombard your home to molest your guests. Are you really sticking around till morning?! And wives and daughters, do you think you could sleep soundly all night, knowing you were seconds away from losing your life so heinously? Not me. I’d be heading for the hills at Godspeed. Well, not so fast. Because the more I ponder Lot’s hesitation here, the more I see in it a picture of those sins in my own life that I’ve mourned over, and made resolutions over, but when God’s Spirit pressed me to let them go entirely, I found one hand clutching the Savior and the other still clutching Sodom.
Christian, look to Golgotha and Gethsemane and Bethlehem and all those sacrificial moments in between. If our Lord gave up heaven to love us, why can’t we give up the world to love Him?