I’ve been breezing down the highway with Jesus for a long time. We are close and I enjoy my times with Him—when it is just us two and we can talk about a verse I read earlier in the day or I can just tell Him how much I love Him and how grateful I am for His tender care over me day after day. Or I can listen for His voice and have my heart warmed as He tells me how much He loves me.
But yesterday, flying down the road without a care in the world, I suddenly hit a rumble strip. I heard it faintly in the late afternoon when I was with family, but when I got up around 2 a.m. to hit the bathroom, the rumble jarred me fully awake.
I am sharing this here so that hopefully it will help someone else, but I also share it to make myself accountable to those closest to me. What happened was that I read a joke on Facebook that struck me as hilarious. Later I shared it with others in my family and their reactions ranged from “mildly amused” to “I could have gone a long time without that in my mind.” Rumble strip.
In the process of showing it to one of my children, one of my grandchildren got curious and wanted to see it. It was an adult joke that I immediately realized was beyond this grandchild’s maturity, RUMBLE STRIP, so I refused to show it to this grandson.
The look on his face was what Holy Spirit finally used to get my attention. RUMBLE,RUMBLE,RUMBLE STRIP!!! In the flow of the conversation, we moved on and I shut my Facebook down.
Now, at 2 a.m., when I finally realized I’ve been driving on the rumble strip in my spirit and doing a pretty good job of ignoring it, I finally come fully awake and realize Holy Spirit is talking to me.
Okay, Holy Spirit. You are right. That was sin. (But it was just a harmless joke that I’m sure has already been forgotten by those I shared it with—they’ve moved on, so why can’t I?)
The reason I can’t move on is because not only did I allow a defiling thought to take root in my own spirit, I caused others to be defiled by it also. And even though I kept my grandson from reading it, he could see through my hypocrisy. The damage was done. He saw his Saba laughing at a questionable joke and excusing it as “maturity.”
I have a filter in place that I let slip but am determined to reinstitute: If a story or joke cannot be shared with my young grandchildren, as a disciple of Jesus I have no room for it in my own mind or heart. That filter would have kept me from laughing at this joke in the first place. This might seem too legalistic to you, but for me it is the way I keep every thought captive to the obedience of Christ.
So, I have gone back to my family members and asked their forgiveness. This is my way of making sure my umbrella of spiritual purity and protection is firmly in place.
“Thank You, Holy Spirit, for the rumble strips. Keep me sensitive to Your voice.
Protect my family from the schemes of the evil one so that we may all share Your glory.”
Check out Hosea 6:1-3 and I John 1:9.