I've been talking to some of my brother's clients for about 9 months now. He is really good at what he does and great at having compassion for his clients without necessarily believing everything they tell him. I'm pretty gullible.
Recently I relayed a message to him and caught myself before I asserted the client's innocence. What the client had said was, "My parole officer thinks I'm using." He said it in such a way as to try and make me believe this wasn't true but he didn't really say he wasn't. I'm getting wise.
I've grown up hearing that Satan is the great enemy of my soul, accusing me of all these bad things. As I was thinking about it today, I realized that Satan is right. I do think, feel, and sometimes even do, bad things. There are no excuses. It is too easy for me to look around at other people and think I'm not so bad, that I'm a "good person." But it isn't true.
The Good News is that I have a defense attorney who paid the price for my sin, who can stand before God and say, "Yep, she did that again, but I paid the penalty, remember?" I guess what I'm hoping for is to FEEL that freedom and what it means. Why do I go out and do it again? I'm off the hook, free, and my life should reflect that. I want to live each day remembering that I should be on death row. But I'm not. That is GOOD NEWS.
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