The Hills…

by madiniven

We went to play putt-putt golf.

I don’t remember who won… or who lost. What I do remember is what we did after the game…

Right in front of Alex’s car was a steep hill right off a main road…

So after the game…me and De decided to roll down it. At first Alex just laughed at us because she was sure that cars driving by were seeing us acting goofy.. but we convinced her that the hill wasn’t lit up well enough to be seen by passing cars. So she finally joined us and we had at least ten to twelve rolling races down the hill.

It was quite a funny/painful experience… painful because I got kicked in the face one too many times by a foot on the races down the grassy hill..

The funny thing was…. after we got into the car… and drove out of the parking lot and  we passed the hill… only to realize that it was lit up very brightly… so I’m sure a few dozen cars got a good laugh that night..

It was a good night.

What if life is like a hill… and to get to God… we have to roll down it.. but during our life, on our way to God.. we get a few grass stains on us…because honestly, sin has stained everyone in this world. I’m not sure if this makes sense… but the stains that this ungodly world has put on you… can be cleaned.

But.. even if you have already accepted Jesus as your savior.. you still will be tempted to sin.. and no one is perfect.. so sin is something that every Christian struggles with..

Psalm 32

“1 Count yourself lucky, how happy you must be— you get a fresh start,
your slate’s wiped clean.

2 Count yourself lucky—
God holds nothing against you
and you’re holding nothing back from him.

3 When I kept it all inside,
my bones turned to powder,
my words became daylong groans.

4 The pressure never let up;
all the juices of my life dried up.

5 Then I let it all out;
I said, “I’ll make a clean breast of my failures to God.”

Suddenly the pressure was gone—
my guilt dissolved,
my sin disappeared.

6 These things add up. Every one of us needs to pray;
when all hell breaks loose and the dam bursts
we’ll be on high ground, untouched.

7 God’s my island hideaway,
keeps danger far from the shore,
throws garlands of hosannas around my neck.

8 Let me give you some good advice;
I’m looking you in the eye
and giving it to you straight:

9 “Don’t be ornery like a horse or mule
that needs bit and bridle
to stay on track.”

10 God-defiers are always in trouble;
God-affirmers find themselves loved
every time they turn around.

11 Celebrate God.
Sing together—everyone!
All you honest hearts, raise the roof!”