Yesterday, I was sorely disappointed in a man whom I have highly respected. Because his ego was threatened he yielded to a temptation which will probably cost him is job if not his career. This morning, the day after, I am transitioning from disappointment to near-abject trepidation, for I too have a price for compromise. And I don't know what that price is. I only know that I will not be tempted beyond that which I am able to bear via the means of escape provided if I indeed choose the way of Truth.
How much would it take to misrepresent the value of a business in a sales transaction? How much much sexual gratification would it take to be unfaithful to a spouse? How desperately do I want to win a simple game of racquetball that I would not disclose a subtle double hit of the ball with my racquet? Whether the immediate payoff is big or small, we all have a price we may be willing to accept and one that we cannot decline. We will surely confront the former but never the latter. The misfit will leave his cloak in the arms of his temptress; thirty pieces of silver was enough for the betrayer of the ultimate Misfit, Who refused to compromise his very life, which He gave for all misfits for all eternity.
Lest we all despair, let us all remember this: No matter the price of our compromise, grace cost infinitely more and is worth infinitely more.
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