Washed and Ironed
During the last few weeks I’ve been reminded that the Gospel is a beautiful thing. I really don’t want to preach, but I do want to be honest here and share my life with you, and that has been a huge part of it recently. I think it began with me finally admitting again, really admitting to myself, that I don’t have it all together. Not in the funny, messy room and burnt dinner sort of way, but in the being a good person way. The more I look at who Jesus is, the way he loved and lived, the more I realize how far I fall short. So far. But when I admitted that again I also saw the beauty of the Gospel again: that a perfect God came to save me because I could not save myself. As it was put in the children’s message today, Jesus and I made a trade: I gave him my stained and ratty shirt, and in return I got one washed and ironed. If you don’t believe this, I really hope I haven’t scared you away. I also hope that you’ll look into what Jesus says about himself and make up your own mind about him. As for me? I was reminded today that he is my peace and joy and righteousness, something I could never have on my own.