November 28, 2014
Now the two angels came to Sodom in the evening, and Lot was sitting in the gate of Sodom. When Lot saw them, he rose to meet them, and he bowed himself with his face toward the ground. And he said, “Here now, my lords, please turn in to your servant’s house and spend the night, and wash your feet; then you may rise early and go on your way.” And they said, “No, but we will spend the night in the open square.” But he insisted strongly; so they turned in to him and entered his house. Then he made them a feast, and baked unleavened bread, and they ate. Now before they lay down, the men of the city, the men of Sodom, both old and young, all the people from every quarter, surrounded the house. And they called to Lot and said to him, “Where are the men who came to you tonight? Bring them out to us that we may know them carnally. ” So Lot went out to them through the doorway, shut the door behind him, and said, “Please, my brethren, do not do so wickedly! See now, I have two daughters who have not known a man; please, let me bring them out to you, and you may do to them as you wish; only do nothing to these men, since this is the reason they have come under the shadow of my roof.” (Genesis 19:1-8 NKJV)
Lot was a righteous man. Not only was he totally horrified at the wickedness of the city in which lived, but he still loved people enough to intercede on their behalf. The people of the city wanted to rape these visitors, but Lot felt for them to do that was far too wicked for him to allow to happen. How far was he willing to go to not let that wickedness reign in his city? He offered up his virgin daughters.
How many of us would be willing to give anything for wicked people, let alone something as precious as our virgin daughters? That’s a level of righteousness, compassion and love that I have not yet reached. Yet I call myself a Christian?
Where is our love for our neighbor? He may be wicked, but so are we. We might convince ourselves that our sin isn’t as scarlet as the murder and the rapist, but it’s all an offense to God. When we destroy each other, we destroy ourselves. We need to show love to those that are hateful. We must express compassionate to those who do not deserve it. For if we can’t even do that, how are we any different? If our God isn’t the Lord of our lives, then how can a lost world see His relevance and truth in us?