I am really no different from the Achan, the disciples and followers of Jesus during his time on Earth. What I mean by this is that all too often my view of God’s love is stunted and pales in comparison to the fierce, unrelenting, infinite richness of His love. I become satisfied with so little. Achan traded the love and affection of God for plunder: beautiful clothing, silver and gold. The disciples became distracted from the overwhelming love of Christ by personality conflicts and struggles for status and power. Other followers were sidetracked by family concerns and the desires for security and stability. All of this sounds all too familiar. I too have times when I turn away from God and stupidly tell Him that He is not enough; I want gods that I think I can control and contain.
Thank God for the wild, untamed passion that is not willing to let me go so easily. It staggers my imagination that He loves me so much that He sent His Son to die on the cross to pay my redemption price. He broke the chains of sin and death that held me to those puny gods that I had insisted on having (and ended up being being enslaved to). His resurrection breathes new life into my weary body and He calls me by name to come to Him and enjoy the wonder of His love and affection.
Sin and death do not have the last say in my life because Jesus Christ is risen. He is risen indeed.