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I think she's right, and I hope I can get some geed things out of these articles, though I'll be the only one thinking about them (unless Corrin wants to give me other people's feedback, or pass on my blog address!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's article is called the Gospel Grid.  Whoever wrote the article didn't exactly show where the "grid" comes into play, but I think I get the idea.  There are little graphs to go along with the article, and they vaguely remind me of some of the things I see on indexed.blogspot.com.  Ideally, after conversion, Christians are supposed to start to realize the extent of their sinfulness and what they really are, and also see who God is and how holy He really is.  But sin gets in the way, and we miss one or both of the things we're supposed to see.  The Gospel is supposed to play a continuous role in our lives, but instead we see it as the door and only the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Gospel is "the power of God" (Romans 1:16 -- look that one up, it's a keeper), and it is how He brings lost sheep to His side every day.  Instead of looking to it and to Christ to fulfill us, we turn back to our old ways and minimize the cross and God's holiness.  Or, we forget how wretched our sin is and try to minimize &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;.  Either way, the Gospel doesn't take the forefront of our lives like it should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very, &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;applicable to my life right now, even though I'm going to church and praying and even reading these articles.  The Gospel seems to get pushed to the back of my mind because that's supposedly not what Christianity is about once you've been converted, when, in reality, it's &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; Christianity is about.  That's why we have small groups and go to church every week...not because "'that's what Christians are supposed to do.'  Rather, we make this our aim because it is the life God wants for us."  Because if we try to do this by ourselves, we won't make it, and the Gospel will be lost.  We need other people and teachings to help us see ourselves for who we really are and to push us back to the cross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the article is a list of six ways of minimizing sin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Defending -- avoid confrontation by explaining things away; rarely having difficult conversations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretending -- trying to impress; not thinking reflectively about own life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hiding -- concealing the "bad stuff" in your life for fear of rejection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blaming -- having a difficult time "owning" sin; fear of rejection if you've been the one to sin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minimizing -- downplaying sin or circumstances in life as if they're "not that bad"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exaggerating -- making things (good and bad) bigger than they really are, causing high levels of stress or anxiety&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking at the list I've made, I think I have elements of all of these (and I have a feeling most people do).  The big ones that I think I utilize the most are blaming, minimizing, and exaggerating (the last two don't make much sense together, but I think that's what I do!).  I used to hide everything about my life, but most of it has come out in recent years.  Corrin and my counselor have encouraged me to think more about my life and how it has affected me, but I still have a hard time recognizing what's affecting me or what I'm doing wrong.  I don't have many people around at the moment who can pull me aside and say, "Sarah, you need to think about what you're doing here!"  I guess that's not a very good excuse for not owning up to my sins or not rooting them out of my life.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23895048-1792355194429401227?l=sarah-elliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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