On Shark Tank, the TV show where entrepreneurs get to pitch their ideas to rich venture capitalists (the “Sharks”), one of the Sharks (Kevin O’Leary) often spits out at someone who turns down one of his deals, “You walk out that door and you’re dead to me.”
Isn’t all sin basically saying the same thing? It’s telling God, “You’re dead to me”… As I was writing that sentence, I couldn’t decide how to punctuate it. I couldn’t decide between an exclamation point (!) or a period (.) — I think that’s because sometimes we sin matter-of-factly and coldly (“God, you’re dead to me [period].”), or we do it defiantly and brazenly (“God, you’re dead to me [exclamation point]!”).
But either way isn’t sin at heart a re-intentioning of the crucifixion, the killing of the God-man?
Isn’t sin trying to do what was done to Jesus — to shut him up and stop his Breath from bothering us?
But what’s more profound than Shark Tank anecdotes is that God constantly forgives his children of our pathetic little mutinies, because of sheer grace in Christ. Amazing love, amazing grace — that when we hear our mocking voice call out among the scoffers, when we try — again — to push God out, he call us back, brings us home and loves us and changes our murderous little hearts.