Thoughts on my imperfections…
As I’m speeding (1) to get to church in time to worship, loosing my temper (2) with the elderly couple puttering along in their Honda in front of me, having gotten a late start to the day because I probably shouldn’t have had that last glass of wine (3) at my friend’s birthday celebration last night, I see the sin in my life greeting me early in the day.
‘Oh, Hi. It’s you again. Listen, are you going to be here all day? Because I have a lot to do today, and it might be best if you weren’t a part of it.
Hmm? I’m sorry – what’s that? You are a part of me? Oh.’
R.C. Sproul sums it up well. “We are not sinners because we sin – rather, we sin because we are sinners.”
How often does sin get in the way of our life, hinder our intentions, beat us down? For me, it’s several times a week – I mean, a day. Okay – an hour. Fine. Several times a minute.
Does this mean Jesus loves me any less?
Absolutely. Not.
God created us, and it is through His one and only Son that we are seen as perfect through His eyes. In a human, this is the only way perfection can exist.
I have moments when I am discouraged. Not good enough. Unmotivated. Afraid. I feel like a mess sometimes. And then a warmth starts to grow inside of me. A hand comes and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and precious lips kiss me softly on the cheek, and they whisper into my ear – ‘You are My mess. And I love you.’
