When a clean, bright white shirt gets smeared with dirt it looks awful. It looses its purity , it looses its purpose and it looses its reason for existence. It will never be white, till it is cleansed and all the dirt washed away.
I look into my life and feel the same, over the years , the once pure child that wondered at the beauty of the skies, the movement of the wind, the sound of waves and the song of birds now is filled with anger at the world, hatred towards brothers, envy against others and lust for wealth.
Can I be cleansed ?
Can we be cleansed?
Can we return to the child like purity ?
The filth has to go and it can only go if washed. The white shirt has to be washed and a pair of strong, pure hands are needed. For this I give myself into His hands , imperfect as can be I am perfect when He cleanses me , I am whole when He is in me, I am new when He restores me, I am child again when He walks with me.
Let's remove the filth in us and to do that, let's call out the name of Jesus for we can't do it in our strength but surely can in His power. Let His blood cleanse our impurities and His love remove the filth in us.
God bless
©deepsgeorge 2017