Stand On Your Convictions

It was my eleventh grade year in high school, I had a study hall, where I sat across the table from a guy who I’d been friends with since preschool. We knew each other well. He knew me well enough to know that I didn’t party, but nevertheless this particular week he decided to bug me about coming to a party that weekend. For some reason he just would not let it go, no matter how many times I told him no.

The weekend rolled around and I was hanging out in the school parking lot with my boyfriend and another couple. Everyone that dropped by the lot that night was going to “the party”. They were all asking us if we were coming and I was still hesitating. I knew it was not something I needed to do, but at the same time I’d never been to one before. The temptation was intense. Finally, I gave in and agreed to go under the condition that we’d stop and get me a Coke on the way so I would know what I was drinking.

My boyfriend agreed, we grabbed me a Coke, and headed out to the pasture where the party was being held. Basically it was a muddy pasture, a few headlights turned on for light and a keg of beer. That week I had just been shopping with my mom and had a brand new pair of Mudd jeans, and a new pair of sandals. I hated getting them muddy but got out, grabbed my boyfriend’s arm and tried to tiptoe through the mud. I was on a mission to find the guy from study hall and let him know that I was there.

After surveying the crowd for a few minutes I saw him, looking like he’d had too much to drink already, but nevertheless, I made a beeline to him and spoke. He didn’t have much to say, so I turned back around and let my boyfriend know I was ready to leave. The guy and ninety percent of the others in attendance were already drunk. Just the idea of being there made me nervous. I was ready to go, I knew I had accomplished nothing as the guy in study hall wouldn’t even recall my being their on Monday morning.

But, I remembered it, and twelve years later I still recall that night and think of it as a lesson learned. Because when I got home that night the guilt that hung over my head was thick. And the mud caked on the hem of my brand new Mudd jeans was a screaming reminder of the sin that was all around me in that cow pasture. The sin of my peers choosing to participate in underage drinking, and for some of them that sin would lead to other sins.

I may not have “sinned” by drinking that night, but I did give into temptation and I did fall short of “God’s glory”. I didn’t stand on my convictions, but allowed others to influence me. Do you stand firm on your convictions or allow the world to sway you?

The Bible says in Romans 12:2, “Do not be conformed by the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind so that you can test and approve what God’s will is, his good, pleasing and perfect will.” (NIV)

The world will push you to and fro, it will always want you to choose its way over Gods, but stand firm on your own convictions, and let God do the rest.

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