Today we received the earth-shattering news that…gasp!!! Barry Bonds used steroids!!!! Well, I don’t guess that was very earth-shattering. Nor was the news that many major league baseball players were (or are) on the juice. In the modern era of sport, it’s become commonplace to hear that our star athletes have tried to gain some type of advantage by using performance enhancing drugs.
The unveiling of the report was regarded as an historic event, yet, were any of us really surprised by the findings? Were you shocked to find out that some of the best hitters and pitchers in baseball used a drug that would allow them to heal faster from injury, and to endure the day-in-day-out grind of the baseball season? I wasn’t.
Why am I writing about this, you ask? Has Red Sox Dad hijacked the Perch for an evening? Hardly (as if you couldn’t tell by the writing itself). As I heard about this today, I kept thinking about how some of these players who were named must feel. Probably a lot like I did when I was a teenager and my parents found out I smoked. They feel like they got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
In some respects, and for some of them, I’m sure they were a little surprised. After all, in many cases, they had gotten away with it for some time. Put a little distance on a bad deed, and you think you’ve gotten away with it. But there is a Biblical truth at work here: our sins will be found out. Numbers 32:23 says it this way: “you have sinned against the LORD; and be sure your sin will find you out.”
All of us, at some point or another, have done something that we know to be wrong, and thought we got away with it. I thought I had my parents fooled. I thought they’d never know I smoked. After all, I played in a band that gigged in clubs! I could blame it on that! But I got caught eventually. We all do. No matter how deep you think you’ve buried it, the evidence always rises to the surface. After all, “your sin will find you out.” That is a life principle and biblical truth you can count on.
I know it. You know it. And today, Roger Clemens knows it.
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