How can those who have known God's rescue still chase worldly compromise that looks so much like success? That is the exasperated cry of Isaiah 1:21 as the faithful city becomes a harlot—once full of justice, now only murderers, its silver turned to dross.
We've all known that strange, off feeling when something of ours is stolen. That instinctive certainty it is wrong is precisely where Exodus 20:15 begins—”You shall not steal”—yet the command reaches the many ways we take from God without ever feeling the sting ourselves.
Most of us would never shrug off a slur against someone we love—yet we've grown comfortable around casual, empty uses of the name of the God we say we follow. The Third Commandment cuts there: Exodus 20:7 warns that the Lord will not hold guiltless those who take his name in vain, which raises an uncomfortable question about how seriously we actually take it.
