I work as a custodian for my church. It is giving me a unique perspective on humanity and the God who loves me.
A good worker looks for places that no one sees and cleans them too. They know that even if a guest comes in they will feel and possibly smell the hidden dirty places.
That is so much like our lives. And reveals so much about our King.
He is THE KING, but He is also a good janitor.
We have so many dirty places. Shame and fear, brokenness and discouragement, guilt and addiction often hiding beneath the chrome and porcelain coverings of church and religion. We don’t want the Holy one to see, to touch the stains and decay of what we have hidden. We wish He’d just stay off in His lofty temple, just be a statue on the wall.
But I see Him differently now.
I see Him pulling on some jeans, taking out a wrench, a screwdriver, a scraper and a rag. He turns His cap backward and gets down on the floor beside me and my mess.
And if I let Him, oh if I just let Him, He pulls off the covers, exposes the dirt and urine and feces that I have held so close to my heart and He cleans me. He scrapes away the build up of years, washes me with His tears and with His blood.
The KING, the righteous, holy King of Kings, washes me clean and I am free.
He wants to. He loves to do that for us, in us. It returns us to what He made us for in the first place.
And for us, we must let go of our pride and self-sufficiency. We will have to show Him things that we like but we know He doesn’t. We will have to let Him remove the things that are killing us, heart and soul, body and spirit. And we will have to let Him make us live again.
Some of you know what I’m talking about, the slow, pervasive suicide we call our existence.
It will have to go.
But try to imagine being alive, truly alive. Mornings that you don’t dread, challenges you don’t fear, people that you pour into rather than protect yourself from, running, flying rather than limping and crawling through each day.
That is what can happen when you let Him in.
He sees the unseen.
Just let Him in.
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Thanks for sharing. Hit me right in the bottom of my heart.
Yeah, I was crying half the time I was writing. To think of Him caring so much, loving so much.