My Little Secret

Better yet, what if our lives were lived out like the INFO page on our Facebook accounts?

Most people know what Facebook is, but I understand some will not-and believe me, that is perfectly okay; I just discovered it myself not that long ago. And I certainly would not call myself an advocate. Facebook is a social networking web site. Basically, it is a media outlet that is used to tell people all about "you." What you're doing today, where you work, how many degrees you have, where you went on vacation, what you drive, etc.  Facebook is like walking in a doctor's office and never going beyond the waiting room; all you ever see are the doctor's degrees, licenses and vast accomplishments. Just once I want to see a Facebook that goes something like this:

Where I Work: Janitor at Mickey D's (and panhandling on weekends).
What I Drive: Old Rusted Pinto (Doesn't run)...is also my home.
What I'm Worth: Negative $1,000,000 (I'm broke).

What I have in the Bank: About 35 cents.
Where I Went on Vacation: The slums (Not a Missionary/Evangelism Trip).
Who I Date: A Really Ugly Person.
Where Have I Been Lately: In Jail.
What Type of house I Own: See Pinto Above.
Where I Attended College: NA
 
Wouldn't it be great if we could just get past all the façades we put on for people? Oh, c'mon, we all do it to a certain extent. But there is one who we try to put a face on for that already knows who we are. Sadly, we act as though He (God) doesn't know. We can play Christian; we can play church; we can play as though we are the nicest person on the planet...for people. But God knows who we really are. God knows the secrets we keep from people. God knows the real us.

Can I share a story? I love stories. And this is my little secret. I think the statute of limitations has run out on this so I can go ahead and share it. When I was ten or eleven, some neighbor buddies and I decided we would like to venture out into the night and steal the farmer's white flag that was propped up next to his massive irrigation system. The flag served to warn the crop dusting planes so they would know how high they could fly. So we waited until it got real dark, snuck out and slithered our way though the rows of corn until we finally reached our prize-the coveted white pirate flag (that one element necessary to complete a boys fort in our little wilderness). So after travelling 5oo yards or so, we finally got it-and we were stealthy too. We were careful not to the touch the corn just in case anyone might be the wiser and see the stalks waving in the windless night.

The next day we all reveled in our victory. We had our white flag and we displayed with pride...well, we displayed it so we could see it. But we couldn't let anyone else find out our little secret. But we were safe. Our fort was about 50 yards away from the road and hidden behind all the beautiful trees and shrubbery of the forest.

Well, we thought we were safe anyway. We were able to enjoy our flag for several months.

(oh, the passing pleasures of sin for a season Heb. 11).

That is, until fall came. Now, let me tell you a little about a Michigan fall. Fall is exactly what happens. All the leaves fall-all of them. Trees that were once lush now look like a nuclear explosion just erupted over them.  Long story short, we never counted on the season when the leaves fall off the tree. We never thought anyone would find out about our little secret. But there it was, our nice white pirate flag, waving in the autumn breeze.

"Scott? "

"Scott? Where are you, son? The farmer across the road is on the phone and wants to talk to you."

Oops.

But I'd rather admit my secret to the farmer than get to heaven and face God on judgment day.

"Scott?"

"Scott?"

"Yes God?"

"Why did you not walk in my will-and why did you try to trick everyone (including Me) into thinking that you were a saint?" "Now I must expel you from heaven to keep it sin free for everyone else."

Why not get that little secret off your chest. He knows anyway. You don't necessarily need a confession booth or even an altar; just tell Him what you've done that isn't pleasing to Him. Apologize to the farmer, give the flag back and don't do it again. Why make it complicated?

Be sure that your sin will find you out. Luke 23; Num. 32
 
If it hasn't been found out yet, it's probably still summer. But fall will come..oh, yes, fall will come.