As the passenger from the Houston plane stepped off the jetway, I couldn’t help but notice the bold white letters on his black tee-shirt: Soul Not for Sale.
But really, who sells their soul? That’s only the stuff of movies and legends, right? Some lady sells her soul to the devil to guarantee she becomes a millionaire. Some guy sells his soul so he can get the beautiful girl to fall in love with him. That’s them. But not us, right?
“Of course not,” many of us would say, “because I’m a follower of Jesus.” But sell our souls we do—every day. And the price is surprisingly cheap. Consider:
- We sell our souls—in excessive work hours—all for a fleeting nod from the boss or a sense of brief significance.
- We sell our souls when we are more religious about our weekend sports teams than Sunday morning church.
- We sell our souls when we trade irreplaceable time with our families for the passing fancy of hobbies or other selfish pursuits.
- We sell our souls when Netflix is a priority, but knee-flex (as in prayer) isn’t.
- We sell our souls every time we indulge ourselves in lustful online images.
- We sell our souls to likes, Twitters, and Instagram posts.
- We sell our souls to stocks and 401k's, Coronavirus fears—even busyness at church.…
And all the while, we proclaim, "Soul not for sale.”
Does Jesus own your soul? All of it? Or do you and I just carve Him a thin slice every Sunday?
Jesus asked, “What does it profit a man to gain the whole world—but lose his own soul?” (Mark 8:36)
Soul not for sale. Anyone can wear the shirt. But not many can wear it honestly.
Lord, help us!