Sin Whore
Sin Whore intro
This is called “Sin Whore”. I got most of the ideas from Ezekiel chapter 16, and after reading it, it really struck me. I know it is to Jerusalem but I can’t help but see the parallels between us as Christians and God. God has taken us while we were sinners (Romans 5:8) and made us into something beautiful, and whenever we sin and fall we spit in His face and mock Him and ignore what He has done for us. He has given us everything and we in turn give him heartache. If we really knew the pain we caused Christ every time we failed would we hesitate? (Hebrews 6:6) 
I wanted to keep some things vague because this is not specifically about sex as Ezekiel 16 is not about sex. I could have used specific acts or sins, but I wanted to keep it somewhat universal in its examples. You can put anything in place of the sins and actions mentioned in here. For example, when we bring sinful things into our lives on purpose it is like we are going to different men as a prostitute and paying them for it. So again this is about all kinds of sins we might fall into, not specifically about sex. This is about the covenant God has made with us and how we break the covenant when we sin. This is using a whore as example of our unfaithfulness to God and how faithful He is to us. She not only shows us she doesn’t believe by living this way but she tells us so. The language is strong, but so is the Bible. I wanted to write something that would convict you, and make you realize how much He loves you if you have strayed, and how grateful you should be if you have not strayed. I hope this touches you as you read it, as it has touched me to write it.
Sin Whore
You should have seen me. I was a mess. I was filthy and ragged. No one wanted me. It was as if I was thrown away, discarded. Like ordinary trash. Like an unwanted child tossed in a dumpster and left for dead. Nothing about me was appealing, or even showed potential for being anything appealing. It would have been much easier to walk past a sad piece of trash like me. I was lost, and fading. I think I was crying, but I don’t remember. From what I’ve heard I should have been dead. I probably looked like it. Left in an abandoned lot, it’s a wonder anyone found me, but someone did. He picked me up and carried me home. To His home which He made my home. I didn’t deserve being picked up, but He did. I owe Him everything. He fed me when I was skin and bones. He cleaned me off when I was covered in grime and dirt. He gave me a home and a family I’ve never before dreamed of. He’s given me jewelry and clothing and perfume and made me look beautiful. When no one thought I was worth anything or could be anything He took me and molded me into something attractive. I was made from a hunk of stone into a work of art. I was made into something I could have never even attempted to fathom. He has made my dreams come true. We were eventually married, and oh how I loved and adored Him.
But how quickly I forget. You would think I would be grateful for all He did for me, and I am, but you wouldn’t know it to look at me. If you watched me you would think I did everything on my own. I don’t give credit to Him. I act like I am a self made person. In some ways I am making myself into another person. I am not what I was. I am not what He wanted me to be. I was taught to hate evil, but yet I run to it. I know He’s right I but don’t give a damn. Or at the very least I don’t live like I believe in damnation. I have decided to take a turn for the worse. I walk the streets looking for death. I grab anyone that’s got anything to give me and I take it. I beg people to take me into their bed. I take the clothes meant for beauty and make them a streetwalker’s uniform. I’ll sell every piece of jewelry He gave me for a fix. I need my sin in all its different shapes and sizes. I use the beauty He gave me for others pleasure. They look at me with lust in their eyes and I give them anything they want. His children, no OUR children mean nothing to me. I will sell them for my desires. I will kill them for what I want. I will sacrifice their very lives so I can be free. With the money I get from all His blessings I will open up shop to give and get all the sin in the world. I will spread this franchise everywhere for my pleasure. I spread my legs and invite everyone to join me. Even some of the people who grew up in sin are disgusted by my behavior. They tell me I have no shame. I learned it by watching them, so why are they disturbed? Are they angry that the student is better then the master? The other whores are even shocked at me. What do they know? They do it for the money, but I do it for the fun of it. I want all the business my body can handle. I want every Tom, Dick and Harry in my establishment, but I don’t need their money. Hell, I might even give them something for their trouble. It’s the least I could do. I love my work after all. He would never have wanted me to whore myself to all of this, to all this greed and sex and power. If feels so good though. The feelings that come over me are almost beyond words. Why did He want me to stay away from all this? Does He not want me to be happy? Does He just want me to be happy his way? Do whatever He wants me to do and I’ll be the kind of happy He wants me to be? Screw that! Why is it always His way? My way is just as good and almost feels better. If it feels this good it has to be good, right? I HATE Him. If He were here right now I would hit Him. I would spit in His face. I would mock Him and rip a chunk of hair out of that pretty head of His. He should be lifted up for all to see and be mocked! Screw Him! God, He pisses me off! As I think of Him now the rage bubbles up till I can’t even see straight. And in that blind rage I open my eyes. I see a figure. Who? My rage begins to subside and the figure standing before me ever so still starts to sharpen up. It is Him. The figure standing there looking at me in all my filth and degradation is Him. The paraphernalia of my life of immorality is scattered everywhere. The pornographic images are abundant in this house of sin, but He looks at me. He ignores it like it’s not there. Does He not see this? This life around me I have embraced? This room that is an affront to all He’s given to me, and all He stands for? Then I realize He is crying. There are actual tears streaming down His face. He sees everything I’ve done and heard everything I’ve said and I swear He even knows what I’m thinking. He knows all this and is not yelling and is not ignoring and is not hateful towards me. He speaks quietly, but with authority and tells me I must be punished. I can tell He still loves me. I am His bride, and He needs to, no wants to do this. He tells me He must punish me, but not as a whore of old. The whores in the past were burned alive. He tells me He loves me and must dish out a punishment. I know He’s right and I cry. Not for the fear of punishment, but I know what I have done and I question why. He tells me He has remained faithful, even when I was faithless, and unfaithful with so many. He has kept His promise. He tells me He is taking me back even though He has the right to leave me. He tells me He still loves me despite all the contempt I’ve shown towards Him. “I’ll remember the promises I gave you when you were younger” He tells me, “but I’m making a new promise to you and this one is going to be for forever.” He cries some more while I run to Him and Him to me. He holds me in my wretchedness while I cry on His shoulder. I collapse in His arms and He catches me while I start to sob. He tells me with passion in His voice “You will always remember the things you have done, but I’m forgiving you, and after you see how much I forgive you, you will never mention it again.” He whispers in my ear,
“I will show you all of the love I have for you,
and it will
leave
you
speechless…”
