It came to my attention last evening that someone had hacked into my other site, and that they had taken down a picture I had posted, and had replaced it with the most obscene pornography. I was stunned, and I tell you frankly when I saw what was representing me on the internet, I was so shaken I could hardly think of the process to remove the picture–and I don’t get shaken easily. After I had removed the offensive material, had made efforts to contact WordPress and had thanked the person who notified me, I settled myself down, picked up my Bible, and thought intently on God and on His Word. I needed its stability, its comfort and its enduring truth. Long after Jerry and I had turned off the lights, I lay awake in bed and continued to think on this subject.
I’m glad I’m offended by evil. I’m glad I’m appalled and disgusted by filth and by vile images and loathsome descriptions. I’m glad I’m not tempted to indulge in such abominable behavior, and that I don’t get peculiar and perverted joy from lurid and despicable sights and sounds. I’m glad my mind is not twisted and bent toward darkness.
But I feel impelled to take this discussion a step further and say that over the past couple of days it has been emphasized to me how utterly fortunate and blessed I am to even be able to recognize evil, to have at least some understanding of what it is to transgress God’s laws. For how could I resist evil–how could I shun its very appearance–if indeed I did not see evil for what it is, if I did not recognize it.
Earlier in the day Michael had come by and we had discussed troubling situations here in Lake Havasu, and the unspeakable conditions in which people live–people we care for and want to help. At one point, Michael said, “Mom, I don’t think they know how to live differently.”
I stared at him… for we were talking of such basic routines as men steadily working, providing warm shelter for their families, having ordinary meals set on ordinary tables, baby blankets and Pampers, and bottles and nipples for the mouths of their newborn babies. We spoke at length of perception and understanding other people, and finally, feeling totally frustrated and quite helpless, I came to agree with Michael. Some people just don’t know how to live…and it takes a long time to teach them…and because they don’t know they don’t know…it takes much longer.
I’m glad I detest evil. I’m glad I recognize its slithering, glittering presence. I’m thankful for my clear recognition of its obnoxious scent and of its brooding end. Do understand that I am not of the mind that persons who are so unfortunate as to never have been taught the simple facts of daily living are by that token evil. Not at all am I saying that. But I am saying that just as some have not been taught these simple principles and thereby suffer, so there are many on this earth who simply do not understand evil, nor recognize its shameless face. They suffer because of this lack.
In conclusion please consider with me two scriptures that graphically compare the one who is drawn to evil, and the other who turns to God. I’m glad–so glad–I am not turned toward evil and wickedness, but that I have put my trust in God.
“Be ye not as the horse, or as the mule, which have no understanding: whose mouth must be held in with bit and bridle, lest they come near unto thee. Many sorrows shall be to the wicked: but he that trusteth in the LORD, mercy shall compass him about.” Psalm 32:9-10