Is it just me or...

Does something stink around here? I don’t know about you but that’s a question that comes up an awful lot around our house (sorry honey).
And yet…can I be real here?
If I’m going to be honest, in examining my daily living – I can apply the same question back to my own spiritual life. It it just me, or does something stink around here?

One of the strongest images from Scripture to ever lodge itself in my memory is from Romans 7, where after a long emotional confession Paul concludes:

“What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?”

Many scholars agree that the above verse was referring to one of the most severe punishments under Roman law wherein a dead body was literally chained to its murderer -- face to face, hand to hand, toe to toe. The condemned man was sentenced to go through the remainder of his life chained to this decaying corpse. The murderer could not avoid breathing in the stench of this decaying body which was his constant companion. Like I said – it’s some strong imagery.

There is also an old argument regarding this passage – whether or not the Apostle was referring to the state of his soul before his Christ encounter or after, and I’m sure we all have our own opinions on that. However, after some careful thought I’ve decided that this question really is irrelevant, because Paul is articulating the wrestle that exists for anyone who tries to get through this life purely in their own strength.

In fact, that could describe any of us who are trying our hardest and best to be good and holy through just working harder, praying longer, doing greater good works, implementing harsher self-disciplines and even ‘faking it till we make it’ and yet are still defeated every time by the desires of our sinful nature.

I agree with Matthew Henry, who says:

“Paul speaks like one that was sick of his flesh and would give any thing to be rid of it.”
That’s how I feel – perhaps you can relate? Does something stink around here?

It’s as though I cannot avoid breathing in the stench of my sinful nature – and I hate it. Now, it’s not a 24/7 thing, but more of an ebb and flow – some days are better than others. More often than not, reflecting on my thought life, words that I’ve spoken carelessly (or with the careful precision of a poisonous dart), and immature behaviors I say to myself “wow – Heather – you stink” and then I spend some time in a Romans 7 mindset myself, ending in a piteous cry of “WHO WILL SAVE ME FROM THIS BODY OF DEATH? Jesus, will I ever really be like You?”

On a good day, that inner angst flows over into verse 25:

 

“Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!”

 

How does this deliverance come? Supernaturally. It’s an act of grace – when we receive Him, and then His Holy Spirit, Romans 8:2 promises that we have been freed from the power of sin that leads to death. In Galatians 5: 16 Paul teaches that we must:

 

“let the Spirit direct your lives, and you will not satisfy the desires of the human nature.”

So let’s try this. Just for a time, let’s turn our noses inward – and forgetting about all of them stanky people all around us, vexin’ us and polluting our air with their spiritual junk, we can choose to make some room for Holy Spirit to check us. To reveal our own sinful nature – anyplace it may be alive and kicking and then – the key – is that one whiff of the putrid stench of our sinful nature would pierce our hearts and trouble us to such a degree that we would find ourselves drawn into godly sorrow - the Spirit led kind that always ends up in repentance (2 Corinthians 7:10).

And I know that God can really do something supernatural when our hearts are in that posture.

Don’t we want to kick this funky season we’re in and start experiencing serious spiritual victory? How about greater measures of Holy Spirit, of friendship (not just tolerance), unity and love?

Well, it’s going to take asking ourselves “Does something stink around here? And then, is it me?”

Are we as a body speaking like “one that is sick of his flesh and would give anything to be rid of
it?” Even if that means more brokenness and sorrow? It’s an agonizing and ill-fitting place to camp out – until we can give God room to move in us, so that our prayer ends like this:

“Going through the motions doesn't please You;
a flawless performance is nothing to You.
I learned God-worship when my pride was shattered.
Heart-shattered lives ready for love don't for a moment escape God's notice.
God, make a fresh start in me, shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life.
Don't fail to breathe holiness in me.
Make me as joyful as You did when You saved me;

Amen.”
(excerpts from Psalm 51, MSG)