We Should All Be Ashamed

As Christians, as those who call ourselves followers of the Christ and who call ourselves by His name, as the people who claim to be saved only through the sacrifice of Jesus on our behalf, who say that Christ lives in us and that our lives are not our own but they belong to Him…

We Should All Be Ashamed.

We have been indoctrinated by our society. We are no longer interested in doing what God wants, we would much rather that God does what we want. We are fat, lazy, and selfish. God must surely be ashamed of us. The fact that He still loves us, just proves that He is God – nobody else who knew as much about us as He does, would have any desire to love us.

We treat God just like the heathen treat Him. We have lost our way, we have forgotten who we are, and we have forgotten (if we ever even knew at all) who God is. When we finally see Him face to face, I think most of us will be surprised. And we will definitely be ashamed; ashamed of how little we respected Him, how little we followed Him, how little we did for Him, how seldom we obeyed Him, how little time we gave to Him at all.

And we call ourselves Christians?!?

We have ignored our sins for too long. The call to plow up our fallow ground has gone unheeded. Instead of striving to truly follow God, we just keep asking God to bless us, and we live for only the blessings of this life. We want to be comfortable. We want to be liked by the world, to be like the world around us, to fit in, but we are striving to fit in with those who have nothing in common with us. How long, Lord? How long will you allow this sinful mindset in Your people to continue? We have become like the Israelites who rejected You.

Lord, forgive us.


Here I will present a story. May it convict each and every one of us. Yes, myself included.


This story is from the first chapter of Max Lucado’s book, In The Grip of Grace. I hope Max does not mind me reprinting it here…




Once there were five sons who lived in a mountain castle with their father. The eldest was an obedient son, but his four younger brothers were rebellious. Their father had warned them of the river, but they had not listened. He had begged them to stay clear of the ban lest they be swept downstream, but the river’s lure was too strong.

Each day the four rebellious brothers ventured closer and closer until one son dared to reach in and feel the waters. “Hold my hand so I won’t fall in,” he said, and his brothers did. But when he touched the water, the current yanked him and the other three into the rapids and rolled them down the river.

Over rocks they bounced, through the channels they roared, on the swells they rode. Their cries for help were lost in the rage of the river. Though they fought to gain their balance, they were powerless against the strength of the current. After hours of struggle, they surrendered to the pull of the river. The waters finally dumped them on the bank in a strange land, in a distant country, in a barren place.

Savage people dwelt in the land. It was not safe like their home.

Cold winds chilled the land. It was not warm like their home.

Rugged mountains marked the land. It was not inviting like their home.

Though they did not know where they were, of one fact they were sure: They were not intended for this place. For a long time the four young sons lay on the bank, stunned at their fall and not knowing where to turn. After some time they gathered their courage and re-entered the waters, hoping to walk upstream. But the current was too strong. They attempted to walk along the river’s edge, but the terrain was too steep. They considered climbing the mountains, but the peaks were too high. Besides, they didn’t know the way.

Finally, they built a fire and sat down. “We shouldn’t have disobeyed our father,” they admitted. “We are a long way from home.”

With the passage of time the sons learned to survive in the strange land. They found nuts for food and killed animals for skins. They determined not to forget their homeland nor abandon hopes of returning. Each day they set about the task of finding food and building shelter. Each evening they built a fire and told stories of their father and older brother. All four sons longed to see them again.

Then, one night, one brother failed to come to the fire. The others found him the next morning in the valley with the savages. He was building a hut of grass and mud. “I’ve grown tired of our talks,” he told them. “What good does it do to remember? Besides, this land isn’t so bad. I will build a great house and settle here.”

“But it isn’t home,” they objected.

“No, but it is if you don’t think of the real one.”

“But what of Father?”

“What of him? He isn’t here. He isn’t near. Am I to spend forever awaiting his arrival? I’m making new friends; I’m learning new ways. If he comes, he comes, but I’m not holding my breath.”

And so the other three left their hut-building brother and walked away. They continued to meet around the fire, speaking of home and dreaming of their return.

Some days later a second brother failed to appear at the campfire. The next morning his siblings found him on a hillside staring at the hut of his brother.

“How disgusting,” he told them as they approached. “Our brother is an utter failure. An insult to our family name. Can you imagine a more despicable deed? Building a hut and forgetting our father?”

“What he’s done is wrong,” agreed the youngest, “But what we did was wrong as well. We disobeyed. We touched the river. We ignored our father’s warnings.”

“Well, we may have made a mistake or two, but compared to the sleaze in the hut, we are saints. Father will dismiss our sin and punish him.”

“Come,” urged his two brothers, “return to the fire with us.”

“No, I think I’ll keep an eye on our brother. Someone needs to keep a record of his wrongs to show Father.”

And so the two returned, leaving one brother building and the other judging.

The remaining two sons stayed near the fire, encouraging each other and speaking of home. The one morning the youngest son awoke to find he was alone. He searched for his brother and found him near the river, stacking rocks.

“It’s no use,” the rock-stacking brother explained as he worked. “Father won’t come for me. I must go to him. I offended him. I insulted him. I failed him. There is only one option. I will build a path back up the river and walk into our father’s presence. Rock upon rock I will stack until I have enough rocks to travel upstream to the castle. When he sees how hard I have worked and how diligent I have been, he will have no choice but to open the door and let me into his house.”

The last brother did not know what to say. He returned to sit by the fire, alone. One morning he heard a familiar voice behind him. “Father has sent me to bring you home.”

The youngest lifted his eyes to see the face of his oldest brother. “You have come for us!” he shouted. For a long time the two embraced.

“And your brothers?” the eldest finally asked.

“One has made a home here. Another is watching him. The third is building a path up the river.”

And so Firstborn set out to find his siblings. He went first to the thatched hut in the valley.

“Go away, stranger!” screamed his brother through the window. “You are not welcome here!”

“I have come to take you home.”

“You have not. You have come to take my mansion.”

“This is no mansion,” Firstborn countered. “This is a hut.”

“It is a mansion! The finest in the lowlands. I built it with my own hands. Now, go away. You cannot have my mansion.”

“Don’t you remember the house of your father?”

“I have no father.”

“You were born in a castle in a distant land where the air is warm and the fruit is plentiful. You disobeyed your father and ended up in this strange land. I have come to take you home.”

The brother peered through the window at Firstborn as if recognizing a face he’d remembered from a dream. But the pause was brief, for suddenly the savages in the house filled the window as well. “Go away, intruder!” they demanded. “This is not your home.”

“You are right,” responded the firstborn son, “but neither is it his.”

The eyes of the two brothers met again. Once more the hut-building brother felt a tug at his heart, but the savages had won his trust. “He just wants your mansion,” they cried. “Send him away!”

And so he did.

Firstborn sought the next brother. He didn’t have to walk far. On the hillside near the hut, within eyesight of the savages, sat the fault-finding son. When he saw Firstborn approaching, he shouted, “How good that you are here to behold the sin of our brother! Are you aware he turned his back on the castle? Are you aware that he never speaks of home? I knew you would come. I have kept careful account of his deeds. Punish him! I will applaud your anger. He deserves it! Deal with the sins of our brother.”

Firstborn spoke softly, “We need to deal with your sins first.”

“My sins?”

“Yes, you disobeyed Father.”

The son smirked and slapped at the air. “My sins are nothing. THERE is the sinner,” he claimed, pointing to the hut. “Let me tell you of the savages who stay there…”

“I’d rather you tell me about yourself.”

“Don’t worry about me. Let me show you who needs help,” he said, running toward the hut. “Come, we’ll peek in the windows. He never sees me. Let’s go together.” The son was at the hut before he noticed that Firstborn hadn’t followed him.

Next, the eldest son walked to the river. There he found the last brother, knee-deep in the water, stacking rocks.

“Father has sent me to take you home.”

The brother never looked up. “I can’t talk now. I must work.”

“Father knows you have fallen. But he will forgive you…”

“He may,” the brother interrupted, struggling to keep his balance against the current, “but I have to get to the castle first. I must build a pathway up the river. First I will show him that I am worthy. Then I will ask for his mercy.”

“He has already given his mercy. I will carry you up the river. You will never be able to build a pathway. The river is too long. The task is too great for your hands. Father sent me to carry you home. I am stronger.”

For the first time the rock-stacking brother looked up. “How dare you speak with such irreverence! My father will not simply forgive. I have sinned. I have sinned greatly! He told us to avoid the river, and we disobeyed. I am a great sinner. I need much work.”

“No, my brother, you don’t need much work. You need much grace. The distance between you and our father’s house is to great. You haven’t enough strength nor the stones to build the road. That is why our father sent me. He wants me to carry you home.”

“Are you saying I can’t do it? Are you saying I’m not strong enough? Look at my work. Look at my rocks. Already I can walk five steps!”

“But you have five million to go!”

The younger brother looked at Firstborn with anger. “I know who you are. You are the voice of evil. You are trying to seduce me from my holy work. Get behind me, you serpent!” He hurled at Firstborn the rock he was about to place in the river.

“Heretic!” screamed the path-builder. “Leave this land. You can’t stop me! I will build this walkway and stand before my father, and he will have to forgive me. I will win his favour. I will earn his mercy.”

Firstborn shook his head. “Favour own is no favour. Mercy earned is no mercy. I implore you, let me carry you up the river.”

The response was another rock. So Firstborn turned and left.

The youngest brother was waiting near the fire when Firstborn returned.

“The others didn’t come?”

“No. One chose to indulge, the other to judge, and the third to work. None fo them chose our father.”

“So they will remain here?”

The eldest brother nodded slowly. “For now.”

“And we will return to Father?” asked the brother.

“Yes.”

“Will he forgive me?”

“Would he have sent me if he wouldn’t?”

And so the younger brother climbed on the back of the Firstborn and began the journey home.



All four brothers heard the same invitation. Each had an opportunity to be carried home by the elder brother. The first said no, choosing a grass hut over his father’s house. The second said no, preferring to analyze the mistakes of his brother rather than admit his own. The third said no, thinking it wiser to make a good impression than an honest confession. And the fourth said yes, choosing gratitude over guilt.

“I’ll indulge myself,” resolves one son.

“I’ll compare myself,” opts another.

I’ll save myself,” determines the third.

“I’ll entrust myself to you,” decides the fourth.

May I ask a vital question? As you read of the brothers, which describes your relationship to God? Have you, like the fourth son, recognized your helplessness to make the journey home alone? Do you take the extended hand of your Father? Are you caught in the grip of his grace?

Or are you like one of the other three sons?

Son 1 : The Hut-Building Hedonist
(Romans 1:18-32)

Strategy – Indulge myself.
Goal – Satisfy my passions.
Description – Fun-lover.
Personality – Laid back.
Self-Analysis – “I may be bad, but so what?”
Theology – Disregard God.
Bumper sticker – “Life is short. Play hard.”
Complaint – I can’t play enough.
Favourite animal – Tomcat.
Spends Time Looking – over the menu at the options.
View of grace – Who, me?
View of sin – No one is guilty.
Work ethic – What I do is my business.
Favourite phrase – Live it up!
Boundaries – If it feels good, do it.
Condition – Bored.
Paul’s Pronouncements – You have no excuse for the things you do.
Key Verse – “God left them and let them go their sinful way” (Romans 1:24)



Son 2: The Fault-Finding Judgementalist
(Romans 2:1-12)

Strategy – Compare myself.
Goal – Monitor my neighbour.
Description – Finger-pointer.
Personality – Stuck-up.
Self-Analysis – “I may be bad, but I’m better than…”
Theology – Distract God.
Bumper sticker – “God’s watching you and so am I.”
Complaint – I can’t see enough.
Favourite animal – Watchdog.
Spends Time Looking – Over the fence at the neighbour.
View of grace – Yes, you!
View of sin – He is guilty.
Work ethic – What you do is my business.
Favourite phrase – Straighten up!
Boundaries – If he feels good, note it.
Condition – Bitter.
Paul’s Pronouncement – You have no authority for the judgements you make.
Key Verse – “If you think you can judge others, you are wrong. When you judge them, you are really yourself guilty because you do the same things they do.” (Romans 2:1)



Son 3: The Rock-Stacking Legalist
(Romans 2:17-3:20)

Strategy – Save myself.
Goal – Measure my merits.
Description – Burden-bearer.
Personality – Stressed-out.
Self-analysis – “I may be bad, but if I work harder…”
Theology – Reimburse God.
Bumper sticker – “I owe, I owe, it’s off to work I go.”
Complaint – I can’t work enough.
Favourite animal – Beaver.
Spends time looking – Over the list of requirements.
View of grace – Not me!
View of sin – I’m always guilty.
Work ethic – What God demands is my business.
Favourite phrase – Get to work!
Boundaries – If it feels good, stop it.
Condition – Weary.
Paul’s Pronouncement – You have no solution for the problem you have.
Key Verse – “…People cannot do any work that will make them right with God.” (Romans 4:5)



Son 4: The Grace-Driven Christian
(Romans 3:21-25)

Strategy – Entrust myself to Christ.
Goal – Know my father.
Description – God-lover.
Personality – Peaceful.
Self-analysis – “I may be bad, but I’m forgiven.”
Theology – Seek God.
Bumper sticker – “I’m not perfect, but I’m forgiven.”
Complaint – I can’t thank Him enough.
Favourite animal – Eagle.
Spends time looking – Over the abundance of God’s blessings.
View of grace – Yes, me.
View of sin – I was guilty.
Work ethic – What God does is my business.
Favourite phrase – Thank you!
Boundaries – If it feels good, examine it.
Condition – Grateful.
Paul’s Pronouncement – You have no reason to fear.
Key Verse – “…those who are right with God will live by trusting Him.” (Romans 1:17)



A hedonist. A judgementalist. A legalist. All occupied with self to the exclusion of their father. Paul addresses these three in the first three chapters of Romans. Let’s look at each one.

The Hut-Building Hedonist
Romans 1:21-32

Can you relate to the hut-builder? He traded his passion for the castle for a love of the lowland. Rather than long for home, he settled for a hut. The aim of his life is pleasure. Such is the definition of hedonism, and such is the practise of this son.

THE HEDONIST navigates his way as if there is no father in his past, present, or future. There may have been, somewhere in the somewhat distant past, a once-upon-a-time father, but as far as the here and now? The son will live without him. There may be, in the far-away future, a father who comes and claims him, but as for today? The son will forge out his life on his own. Rather than seize the future, he’s content to seize the day.

Paul had such a person in mind when he said, “They traded the glory of God who lives forever for the worship of idols made to look like earthly birds, animals, and snakes…They worshiped and served what had been created instead of the God who created these things” (Romans 1:23,25). Hedonists make poor swaps; they trade mansions for huts and their brother for a stranger. They exchange their father’s house for a hillside ghetto and send his son away.

The Fault-Finding Judgementalist
Romans 2:1-11

The approach of the second brother was simple: “Why deal with my mistakes when I can focus on the mistakes of others?”

He is a judgementalist. “I may be bad, but as long as I can find someone worse, I am safe.” He fuels his goodness with the failures of others. He is the self-appointed teacher’s pet in elementary school. He tattles on the sloppy work of others, oblivious to the F on his own paper. He’s the neighbourhood watchdog, passing out citations for people to clean up their act, never noticing the garbage on his own front lawn.

“Come on, God, let me show You the evil deeds of my neighbour,” THE MORALIST invites. But God won’t follow him into the valley. “If you think you can judge others, you are wrong. When you judge them, you are really judging yourself guilty, because you do the same things they do” (Romans 2:1). It’s a shallow ploy, and God won’t fall for it.

The Rock-Stacking Legalist
Romans 2:17-3:20

And then there is the brother in the river. Ahhh, now here is a son we respect. Hard-working. Industrious. Zealous. Intense. Here is a fellow who sees his sin and sets out to resolve it by himself. Surely he is worthy of our applause. Surely he is worthy of our emulation. And, most surely, he is worthy of the father’s mercy. Won’t the father throw open the castle doors when he sees how hard the son has worked to get home?

With no help from the father, THE LEGALIST is tackling the odds and fording the river of failure. Surely, the father will be happy to see him. That is, if the father ever does.

You see, the problem is not the affection of the father but the strength of the river. What sucked the son away from his father’s house was no gentle stream but rather a roaring torrent. Is the son strong enough to build an upriver path to the father’s house?

Doubtful. We certainly can’t. “There is no one who always does what is right, not even one” (Romans 3:10). Oh, but we try. We don’t stack rocks in a river, but we do good deeds on earth.
We think: If I do this, God will accept me.
If I teach this class…and we pick up a rock.
If I go to church…and we put the rock in the stream.
If I give this money…another rock.
If I endure a Max Lucado book…ten big rocks.
If I read my Bible, have the right opinion on the right doctrine, if I join this movement…rock upon rock upon rock.

The problem? You may take five steps, but you have five million to go. The river is too long. What separates us from God is not a shallow stream but a tumbling, cascading, overwhelming river of sin. We stack and stack and stack only to find we can barely keep our footing, much less make progress.

The impact on the rock-stackers is remarkably predictable: either despair or arrogance. They either give up or become stuck-up. They think they’ll never make it, or they think they are the only ones who’ll ever make it. Strange, how two people can look at the same stacked rocks and one hang his head and the other puff out his chest.

Call the condition a religious godlessness. It’s the theme behind Paul’s brazen pronouncement: “We’re sinners, every one of us, in the same sinking boat with everyone else” (Romans 3:19, The Message Bible).


Godless or Godly?

Quite a trio, don’t you think?

The first, on a barstool.
The second in the judge’s chair.
The third on the church pew.

Though they may appear different, they are very much alike. All are separated from the Father. And none is asking for help. The first indulges his passions, the second monitors his neighbour, and the third measures his merits. Self-satisfaction. Self-justification. Self-salvation. The operative word is SELF. Self-sufficient. “They never give God the time of day” (Romans 3:18 The Message Bible).

Paul’s word for this is godlessness (Romans 1:18 NIV Bible). Godlessness. The word defines itself. A life minus God. Worse than a disdain for God, this is a disregard for God. A disdain at least acknowledges His presence. Godlessness doesn’t. Whereas disdain will lead people to act with irreverence, disregard causes them to act as if God were irrelevant, as if He is not a factor in the journey.

How does God respond to godless living? Not flippantly. “The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all godlessness and wickedness” (Romans 1:18 NIV Bible). Paul’s main point is not a light one. God is justly angered over the actions of His children.

In Romans, Paul gives us the bad news before he gives the good news. He will eventually tell us that we are all equal candidates for grace, but not before he proves that we are all desperately sinful. We have to see the mess we are in before we can appreciate the God we have. Before presenting the grace of God, we must understand the wrath of God.







I hope that this chapter from the book spoke to whomever may be reading this. God used this book to speak to me many years ago, and it still speaks to me today.

In the story of the river, the four sons were all sons. They were not strangers, not servants; they were sons.

If you are a Christian and you are reading this, please understand – this is a story about those who are Christians, not about the unsaved.

God, prepare our hearts. Forgive us, and heal us.