If all our choices were simply between a single scoop of vanilla or the Belly Buster Mountain of Fudge life would be simpler.   If we only had to decide whether to buy the 52″ flat screen or pay the dentist bill — no brainer.  Or should we tell slightly senile Aunt Meg her cat learned the hard way it could not take on the raccoon or fib and say “well, he may have just run away”.

Maybe most of our choices aren’t monumental life and death decisions, but every now and then we’re faced with that “moral dilemma” situation.  Do I stand on my convictions or do I give in to the pressure from…friends…co-workers…the boss…society…other Christians?

James seemed to be pretty clear about what decision to make: “So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it, for him it is sin.” (James 4:17)

It’s pretty cut and dry when the choice is between not taking money from the till or cheating with your best friends husband.  It’s not so much when it’s your boss telling you to “pad the account a little bit” so the quarterly report looks a little fatter.  It’s not an easy decision when you’re the driver on “girls night out” and the rest of the group decides they want to see “Fifty Shades of Gray”.  And it’s really difficult when a fellow Christian confides in you about a blatant sin and you know they’re expecting your rejection and judgement.

It’s easy to justify what we know to be wrong.  “My job is on the line and I can’t afford to lose this paycheck.”  “I’m the one who said I’d drive.”  “I don’t want to hurt my friend.  That’s the Pastor’s job.”

It’s hard to hear your boss say, “well I’ll just hire someone who CAN do that.”  It hurts to hear your friends say, “It’s just a movie.  You’re such a killjoy.  Next time we’ll get your ‘approval’ before we go out.”  It’s painful to say, “What you’re doing is so wrong.  I can’t support your decision to do this.  I love you, but I don’t love what you’re doing.”

D.A. Carson said, “We drift toward compromise and call it tolerance; we drift toward disobedience and call it freedom; we drift toward superstition and call it faith. We cherish the indiscipline of lost self-control and call it relaxation; we slouch toward prayerlessness and delude ourselves into thinking we have escaped legalism; we slide toward godlessness and convince ourselves we have been liberated.” (For the Love of God, Volume 2)

Sometimes it’s painful.  Sometimes it’s costly.  But it’s right.  No compromise.