Well, I figured out a way to cut off the last tendon of my hand and think I finally really threw it away. Not to say there won’t be the temptation to go rooting through the trash tomorrow or next week or next month, or sometime down the road to try and find the landfill it ends up in, but I have to lean on God to avoid giving in to that temptation. He’s the one who knows the next step and the one after that, and He’s the only one who can teach me how to live this new life He has planned for me.
There is however, another side to this—the fact that the hand that I had to cut off was another person, another child of God, not just a nameless sin. Yesterday, I quoted Matthew 18:8 in reference to cutting off the hand that causes me to sin. But there’s also scripture that says we need to reconcile with our Christian brothers, and I’m really wrestling with the meaning of it all.
