Where the sand meets the gravel, a shack stands. It isn’t really a shack. It is a memorial to shacks. There used to be rows and rows of shacks, their owners’ pride and joy.
“Pick him up. That frame has rusted nails poking out,” said momma.
There is nothing true about the place. It is all reconstructions and monuments. But, there is a truth in the place. Freedom is truth, and oppression is a mask, a terrible mask, but only a mask.
Mitchelville near Hilton Head, South Carolina is the site where at the end of the American Civil War the Union Army tried a daring experiment. They let former slaves be free. Not just freedom in the sense of no longer owned by another human, they were free to engage in commerce, own land, setup a government, schools and churches. They were more politically free than they had ever known. It was like you didn’t have to teach the slaves how to be free. Truth is, for better or worse people default to free.
Luke 11:24 “When the unclean spirit has gone out of a person, it passes through waterless places seeking rest, and finding none it says, ‘I will return to my house from which I came.’ 25And when it comes, it finds the house swept and put in order. 26Then it goes and brings seven other spirits more evil than itself, and they enter and dwell there. And the last state of that person is worse than the first.”
The thing about evil is it comes back. Sure, evil is a mask. Evil will lose in the end, but for now it comes back. Oftentimes evil comes back different. Evil is relentless. Evil has no rest, no sabbath.
I hold my boy’s hand. The salt grasses form an ocean on top of the bay. The grasses’ undulating outpaces the shimmering water below. The boy lumbers round and round the center of the raised gazebo.
“Careful, he’s going to fall,” momma warns. He gets too far ahead of me and spins out over the edge. He is not hurt, but he is scared. “Daddy’s got you,” I say in his ear as I sweep him up in my arms. Sweat forms where our skin touches. His blond head burrows into my shoulder.
Whatever you are facing in life, you can trust Christ and that his gospel overcomes. Jesus has struck a death blow to all forces of evil. He died on the cross and did not stay dead. However, the point of the parable also teaches that Christians shouldn’t be naïve about evil. The drunkard knows this. A war-torn village knows this. The little boys in Mitchelville saw this. Don’t fall asleep. Evil comes back.
But, truth never fails. In Luke 11:23 just before the parable about the swept house Jesus says, “Whoever is not with me is against me, and whoever does not gather with me scatters.” Jesus has just clarified the relationship between himself Satan and evil. Jesus kicks butt. Evil scatters. That’s the context for the parable. Jesus can conquer any sin or evil you face. But in your life, maybe next Tuesday or in twenty years, evil will come back. And if your house is swept clean and tidy, the return of evil can certainly leave you worse than the first.
I never want my son to face what little boys in Mitchelville did. They had a few years of things getting hopeful and better. Then evil came back, and all the shacks rotted away in the sea breeze. The evil was different, but it came back.
Where the sand meets the gravel, a shack stands. It isn’t really a shack. It is a memorial to shacks. There used to be rows and rows of shacks, their owners’ pride and joy.
“Pick him up. That frame has rusted nails poking out,” said momma.
There is nothing true about the place. It is all reconstructions and monuments. But, there is a truth in the place. Freedom is truth, and oppression is a mask, a terrible mask, but only a mask.
Mitchelville near Hilton Head, South Carolina is the site where at the end of the American Civil War the Union Army tried a daring experiment. They let former slaves be free. Not just freedom in the sense of no longer owned by another human, they were free to engage in commerce, own land, setup a government. They were more politically free than they had ever known. It was like you didn’t have to teach the slaves how to be free. Truth is, for better or worse people default to free.
Luke 11:24 “When the unclean spirit has gone out of a person, it passes through waterless places seeking rest, and finding none it says, ‘I will return to my house from which I came.’ 25And when it comes, it finds the house swept and put in order. 26Then it goes and brings seven other spirits more evil than itself, and they enter and dwell there. And the last state of that person is worse than the first.”
The thing about evil is it comes back. It is a mask. Evil will lose in the end, but it comes back. Often times evil comes back different. Evil is relentless. Evil has no rest, no sabbath.
I hold my boy’s hand. The salt grasses form an ocean on top of the bay. The grasses’ undulating frequency outpaces the sleepy water below. The boy bounds round and round the center of the raised gazebo.
“Careful, he’s going to fall,” momma warns. He got too far ahead of me and spins out over the edge. He is not hurt but he is scared. “Daddy’s got you,” I say in his ear as I sweep him up in my arms. Sweat forms where our skin touches. His blond head burrows into my shoulder.
Whatever you are facing in life, you can trust Christ and that his gospel overcomes. Jesus has struck a death blow to all forces of evil. He died on the cross and did not stay dead. However, the point of the parable also teaches that Christians shouldn’t be naïve about evil. The drunkard knows this. A war-torn village knows this. The little boys in Mitchelville saw this. Don’t fall asleep. Evil comes back.
But, truth never fails. In Luke 11:23 just before the parable Jesus says, “Whoever is not with me is against me, and whoever does not gather with me scatters.” Jesus has just clarified the relationship between himself Satan and evil. Jesus kicks butt. Evil scatters. That’s the context for the parable. Jesus can conquer any sin or evil you face. But in your life, maybe next Tuesday or in twenty years, evil will come back. And if your house is swept clean and tidy, the return of evil can certainly leave you worse than the first.
I never want my son to face what little boys in Mitchelville did. They had a few years of things getting hopeful and better. Then evil came back, and all the shacks rotted away in the sea breeze. The evil was different, but it came back.
