Take the ostrich. Everyone makes fun of his tendency to hide his head in the sand. If he can’t see the problem it isn’t there. I don’t know how much truth is in this tale, but I do understand what it is like to avoid things I would rather not face. Or the possum; flopping over to play dead; laying low for awhile until the danger subsides. Then there are times we meet up with an unfamiliar dog who is threatening. If I extend a hand, kneel down; if I wait patiently, there ensues a process of approaching and retreating until finally he lets me pet him. He may even flop over for a tummy rub — the ultimate submission.
In like manner I approach God with the things I don’t want to see about myself. I may retreat or show signs of aggression; snarling on the outside but afraid on the inside. Is God safe? What treatment will I receive for the things I have done or not done? How long before I let Jesus in?