Last night I dreamed Satan was reminding me of all of my sins (if I was a Pharisee, he might have reminded me of all of my good deeds). God interrupted my dream. He took all of my works (good and bad) and threw them at the cross.
When I awoke, God reminded me of Philippians 3:8: “Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ.”
The word for dung in Greek is Σκύβαλον and its only used once (hapax legomenon)
Daniel Wallace, in a Brief Word Study of Σκύβαλον , writes how Jewish historian Josephus’ uses this word in the Jewish War 5.571:
. . the corpses of the lower classes thrown out through the gates amounted in all to 600,000; of the rest it was impossible to discover the number. They added that, when strength failed them to carry out the poor, they piled the bodies in the largest mansions and shut them up; also that a measure of corn had been sold for a talent, and that later when it was no longer possible to gather herbs, the city being all walled in, some were reduced to such straits that they searched the sewers and for old cow dung and ate the offaltherefrom, and what once would have disgusted them to look at had now become food.
In my morning walk with Ozzie, my shih tzu, he pooped. As a good neighbor, I reached for my bag to scoop it up. Instead of the bag absorbing all of the poop, my hands absorbed the poop.
That’s how we should think about our own sins and works done outside of the Cross.