Kill the Sarx
The spirit is willing the flesh is still weak
Corpses lay rotting corpses still reek
Walk in the flesh and your members of sin
Determine your place your death in the end
Kill the sarx
Kill the sarx
Hang him from your rafters
Lyrics by Scaterd Few from the Album Sin Disease
This is how I feel. My struggles lately center around irritation with people. While there are some that I feel I can impart grace to, there are others that I feel are stupid and beyond hope. Not that I feel that I am much better. After all, I fail just as much as the next person. The sarx (Greek for flesh) is alive and well in my existence.
I feel that some people are mired in foolishness, and don’t want anything more from themselves. Most people just don’t care about a dang thing, other than making it through the day, getting their paychecks and working for a weekend of sitting in front of the idiot box. This is what it seems. There is so much more to life, but it seems like people settle for much less. And if it weren’t for my fallow heart, I would be offering them much more. But what??
I can’t say I know. It is so hard to love some individuals. I feel like its easy to love the blatantly reprobate. And much harder to love the apathetic. Thickly layered apathy seems no match for the imperfect love I have to give. God’s Spirit can be my only real catalyst, else I’ll blunder through life with unlove for those that need it most.
So I feel angry about the battle my flesh seems to be winning at times. I want to hang my dark side from the rafters, and clean out my heart from the detritus that lingers there. Ah, but I forget –I am utterly unable to clean my heart out. God is the Master Sanitation Engineer of Hearts. Time for Him to once again pick up the trash.
