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Paychecks and Gifts

"For the payoff of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord."
Romans 6:23

The word here for "payoff" is oywnion which means "wages" or basically my paycheck for all of the sinning that I accomplish throughout the day.  And how true it is that I am working tirelessly at sinning each day hour after hour minute after minute.  I'm well trained.  

I truly believe that our work as followers of Jesus is to bring "the Kingdom of God" into this life.  Basically, live like Jesus (that whole patience, kindness, love your enemies thing) and I suck at it.  I didn't do any of that on the way to work today.  I tried, believe me.  But these Kansans drive soooo sloooowww.  Grrrr.  

So somewhere within all of the theology that I admittedly don't understand there is the God-established rule that anyone who "sins" deserves eternal death.  And I admittedly don't understand "sin" (although I think it's as simple as doing something you know you probably shouldn't do or NOT doing something you think you probably should do).  And I admittedly don't understand eternal death because I'm not even sure I believe in that.

But more than anything else, I strive to understand the "gift" of God.  Because it's not anything that I have to work for.  I understand that perfectly.  I don't have to work all day and night to receive a "payoff" of life.  I wonder what would happen if I worked tirelessly for life and love?

Might be a worthy experiment.


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