No One Likes a Tattletale

No One Likes a Tattletale

tattletaleSo, what do you think? With God on our side like this, how can we lose? If God didn’t hesitate to put everything on the line for us, embracing our condition and exposing himself to the worst by sending his own Son, is there anything else he wouldn’t gladly and freely do for us? And who would dare tangle with God by messing with one of God’s chosen? Who would dare even to point a finger? The One who died for us—who was raised to life for us!—is in the presence of God at this very moment sticking up for us. Do you think anyone is going to be able to drive a wedge between us and Christ’s love for us? There is no way! Not trouble, not hard times, not hatred, not hunger, not homelessness, not bullying threats, not backstabbing, not even the worst sins listed in Scripture:

They kill us in cold blood because they hate you. We’re sitting ducks; they pick us off one by one.

None of this fazes us because Jesus loves us. I’m absolutely convinced that nothing—nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable—absolutely nothing can get between us and God’s love because of the way that Jesus our Master has embraced us. Romans 8:31-39 (MSG)

Think back to grade school. If, from your early years you can’t identify another kid in your class who was the class tattletale, I will lay odds; the class tattletale was you. Every class has a tattletale.   It’s the kid who tells the teacher of every infraction of class and playground rules, no matter how minor. The class tattletale, points the finger, boldly and loudly stating, “It was her!” or “He, did it.”

The kid in my class was Lynette. I still remember her name. She had the teacher’s ear. She was the teacher’s second set of eyes. It was a self-appointed position.   She would tattle on anyone. Throw the ball at someone’s head at recess and you could be sure it was instantly reported by Lynette.   It didn’t matter if the teacher didn’t catch you breaking the rule, if Lynette saw you, the whole class would know of the transgression.

As annoying as Lynette was, as deflating as hearing her voice could be, she was honest, at least in her mind. She didn’t make stuff up, at the same time she was sure nothing was going to be missed. Fortunately, there was usually someone in class sticking up for the person at the end of Lynette’s finger.

Have you ever been the one at the end of tattletale’s finger? Not a great feeling—deserved or undeserved.   In the elementary school, we call life there are tattletales. Although the Bible clearly states we have a spiritual enemy, today, I want you to think about the one particular enemy.

This enemy is close by. This enemy has keen insight into your weakness. Not sure how close this enemy is? Look in the mirror. After the sad news of Romans 7, it seems likely that the voice of the tattletale may be our very own. I’ve heard my voice tattling to God about how I am not________ or I’m too _______. I will admit I don’t always need an accuser outside of myself.

It’s not confession. Confessing sin is admitting the action was wrong—admitting that my way isn’t God’s way. Confession is productive and healthy. Scripture plainly says, when we confess our sin, God forgives. After that forgiveness, when the tattletale’s voice speaks out, remind yourself God isn’t listening to the tattletale!  The tattletale will always demoralize and separate you from God’s goodness.

That’s why the end of Romans 8 is so powerful!

Not even the class tattletale picks on the teacher’s pet!

The believer is just that—the Teacher’s pet!

I don’t know about you, but I have to remind myself of that often. I am painfully aware of my faults. I know the areas that need improvement. When those things become my focus, when it’s the voice of condemnation I hear, I have to make myself listen for the voice of my Defender, Jesus. He paid the price to take away my sin. He paid the price to buy back me when I was lost. God sent His Holy Spirit to accomplish in my life what I can’t do on my own.

What a Savior! Thank you, Jesus, for having my back, for paying the price and sticking up for me. Help me never to take for granted the sacrifice You made and the love You have for me. Help me listen for Your voice. Thank You, Father, for Your great love that seeks me out—Who has a greater plan for me than I would even dare to dream. Help me to live in the present glory of Christ’s sacrifice for me.

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