The Splinter of Sin

I’m always stunned by how much pain is inflicted from something so microscopic. This splinter must have embedded in the arch of my foot days ago, but I only became aware of it yesterday morning when I had unknowingly bumped against it sending a throbbing pain throughout. I got our designated “splinter” tweezers down from the shelf and removed it, knowing from experience that the pain would subside as soon as it was removed. So right there on the floor without a second’s delay, I removed it. And for the rest of the night, the sting of healing from the wound reminded me of the foreign object that once was there.

Isn’t that just like the sin that so easily slides in and embeds in our hearts? We think it’s small enough that no real damage will be done; that it couldn’t possibly cause infection or pain or permanent damage; that there would be no real lasting effects of keeping sin hidden under the layers of skin. (1 Corinthians 10:12, Hebrews 12:1)

But oh, when something rubs against it—exposing the infection that has gone unattended—oh the pain. Sin always destroys, causes pain, and if left untreated, death. And while it’s annoying when something comes along and fans the flame of discomfort by grazing the splinter, the “something” that reveals our sin is truly the grace of God. A person. An embarrassing moment. A verse. A song. A confrontation. A guilty conscience. A child’s rebuke. A caught red handed. A sermon. All of it is God’s grace. All of it. (2 Corinthians 7:20)

And there are lasting scars with sin. I forever wear the scars of some of those bothersome splinters—like the one on my hand I got from a wooden bunk bed at Heather’s 10th birthday party. Oh, I remember the pain, the blood, and now the scar. But though my spiritual splinters won’t now cause me death because Jesus died in my place, the scars of my past decisions are a constant reminder of the propensity and ease with which these sins will try to pierce my flesh again. So while I don’t need to fear walking barefoot—the callouses from walking daily in God’s word provide a source of security—there are areas of my life I must constantly inspect for any splinters, any sin that might have unknowingly lodged in my soul. (Psalm 32:3-5, 1 John 1:9)

Though seemingly tiny, the damage is great. And though exposure is uncomfortable for a moment, the grace of God’s tweezer in Christ Jesus is even greater than what sin left lodged could accomplish. The sting of an ignored splinter brings death, but the pain of removal brings life.  (Romans 5:20, James 4:6, 1 John 3:20, John 3:16).

So if there is a sin you’re ashamed of, a sin that has been exposed, a sin that is growing and the infection is starting to impact other ares of your life—run to Jesus, even if it’s a hobble or a limp. There you will find the balm your soul needs from the Savior who forever bears the scars of your sin on his hands. (John 20:27)