I have fond memories from my childhood of playing a certain murder-mystery board game, which shall remain nameless for copyright reasons. Colonel Mustard in the billiard room with the lead pipe!
I don’t know why I liked that game so much. Maybe it was the tiny metal weapons or the creepy old mansion. Maybe it was just the fact that someone else was to blame for once, if only a fictional character.
This passage struck me with a certain poignancy and pity for the disciples. They must have been horrified, asking Jesus one after the other in breathless fear, “Is it I, Lord?”
At least they were honest enough with themselves to know they might be capable of such a thing.
The contents of my heart are no mystery to God, but I’m learning what a good thing it is to let the Lord examine my heart for me. To lay my heart before Him and ask, “Lord, what do You see?”
Who can understand his errors? Cleanse me from secret faults. Keep back Your servant also from presumptuous sins; Let them not have dominion over me. Psalm 19:12-13
Like seeds scattered in fertile soil, secret faults, if left alone, grow into presumptuous sins. Boundaries are blurred. One compromise leads to another, and the sin that was cherished in the mind is inevitably acted out in the flesh.
All I need to do is let my kind and loving Father root out these weeds before they take hold. He is always willing to help, always willing to strengthen, always willing to redeem and restore, if I only ask.