Saturday, July 28, 2012
It’s the catch phrase at my house lately. “I’ve been done dirty.” These colloquialisms cycle through the vocabulary of my teenage boys in a fairly predictable rotation. I’m plagiarizing their kitsch slogan to communicate the current turnings of my heart.
With a twist:
“I’ve done dirty”.
Perhaps it takes seeing the still down-dirty in ourselves to truly glory in the gospel of done clean.
In that mess between my ears (and yours?) is the primordial soup of lust, envy, discontent and a whole lot of other uglies that can’t be thunk away. They must be washed away.
“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” 1 John 1:9
That’s the low down on the down dirty.
Instead of animal skins to cover that shame, the reckless, bloodletting Son washes it away in scouring mercies that stab from too dear a love for such a wretch as I.
He was done dirty so we would be done clean.
Blessed be His name.
Your friend on the pilgrim road,