I have noticed that the more familiar I am with the righteousness of God, the more blatant the wickedness of this world appears.
And the more aware of God’s mercy I become, the easier it is to look past the profane. It’s not as if I don’t see it any longer, but it’s more like I can more easily ignore it. Like the man who constantly lives with a barrage of flies, you kinda get used to the irritation.
People can say what they want about Lot. They can ridicule his choice of dwelling. But I understand what was written about him; how his righteous soul was tormented, day and night, by the wickedness he saw all about him.
How I wish the American church would put away the soft soap gospel, and bring out the bar of lye.