My statement was in response to:
“Preaching to the perverted is like giving singing lessons to a pig.
It’s expensive, it doesn’t work, and it annoys the pig.
Pray for them, but don’t hold much hope. Few of them return from the madness they impart upon themselves.”
I’m an old lady. God, in His mercy, made Himself real to me when I was in my mid-20’s, my life was a disaster, and I was most deserving of God’s wrath.
In God’s mercy, when He saves us, God doesn’t open us up like a Christmas turkey, and show us the depth and weight of our sin. If He did it would destroy us. But over time and years God peels away the layers of our hearts like the layers of an onion. In that process, we more and more see our own depravity, the greatness of God’s love and mercy, and the tremendous price Jesus Christ paid on the cross.
The older I get, the more I love Him and understand what it means to get to the cross, because I see more thoroughly that “In me dwelleth no good thing.”
How can I possible call another sinner a “pig”, when I, myself, who calls myself a follower of Christ, and all the more accountable for that, and yet daily battle with indwelling sin?
Christ is the remedy for the worst of sinners. He is the only remedy for sin.
I thought you were referring to yourself as a pig. I guess I misinterpreted your comment.