Before I was married I lived with my parents. My parents lived in the sticks. If you are not familiar with the term, “the sticks,” it means out of city limits, way out of city limits, no cable service, only satellite (if your lucky), unable to hear tornado sirens, etc. That is, “the sticks.” There are a lot of good things about living that far out. My favorite was always being able to look in any direction and see God’s awesome creation, not a privacy fence or a stop light. Some bad things about living that far out are when farmers fertilize their pastures using chicken manure (completely disgusting), wild animals (opossums, snakes, mice, those gross animals), and road kill. Road kill is in high commodity in the sticks. Why? Because people can drive pretty fast and just smack right into those animals not knowing it until they do it. Trust me, the truck I drove in high school assisted several animals in their suicide missions.
The thing about road kill is when it first happens it’s fresh. It’s stinky. It’s big. Drivers will swerve to miss it. Fast forward a couple of days and a couple semi trucks later, it is almost one with the road. Drivers drive over it as if it didn’t even exist.
We are like this with sin. Especially our own sin. When we first commit that sin, it doesn’t matter what it is, we feel it. We feel the guilt. We taste the smell. We feel the sting. But we do it again and again and again. Then it’s second nature. We forget it’s a sin until the Holy Spirit prompts us.
How does roadkill finally disappear? The highway department comes out and cleans the road. How does our sin disappear? Salvation. The highway department is the saving grace for the sticks and their road kill population. Jesus is our saving grace for the sin we have made second nature.
“For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.”