My heart and the toilet bowl.
Toilets are nasty. They are filled with all kinds of bacteria and germs and ugly nastiness. Even after cleaning them they are still a host for filth. In the part of the world I live in even the cleanest of toilets get a hard water ring at the water level from the deposits in the water. No Matter how much I clean my toilet, it is still just by the nature of its function, contaminated and dirty.
The Bible says our hearts are like that, desperately wicked. Dirty. nasty.
The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?
There are no exceptions.
As it is written: “There is no one righteous, not even one; there is no one who understands; there is no one who seeks God.
I was doing my semi-annual toilet bowl scrubbing which doesn’t take a lot of concentration so my mind was free to drift. I’ve been reading Philippians and there are a couple of spots that ring in my head, not because I have these areas licked, but because I stumble over and over them.
“Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others.”
“Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed—not only in my presence, but now much more in my absence—continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you to will and to act in order to fulfill his good purpose. Do everything without grumbling or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, “children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation.” Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky.”
I generally do value others better than myself. But there are some that I just have trouble raising their value in my eyes. These are usually the same people that ask me to do stuff I don’t want to do and I respond with both grumbling and complaining.
If I could fix the first part, valuing them above myself, the second part, doing what they ask of me without grumbling or complaining, would probably fix itself. I think it goes back to my toilet like heart.
What am I to do?
There was a king over Israel who had dalliance with a beautiful woman. The woman was married. Her husband was a soldier deployed to a battle front. The woman got pregnant from the one night stand. She told the king. He had the soldier brought home so he could hide the pregnancy in the marriage bed. It didn’t work. The soldier was too honorable to enjoy his wife’s company while his men were in battle. So, the king sent him back and had him killed by the enemy. He then took his widow into his home. All cleaned up and tidy. No one was the wiser. But God knew. And the king knew. And the toilet bowl of his heart would not come clean until he confessed his sin. So the king wrote this, we know it as Psalm 51.
“Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin. For I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me. Against you, you only, have I sinned and done what is evil in your sight; so you are right in your verdict and justified when you judge. Surely I was sinful at birth, sinful from the time my mother conceived me. Yet you desired faithfulness even in the womb; you taught me wisdom in that secret place. Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice. Hide your face from my sins and blot out all my iniquity. Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me. Then I will teach transgressors your ways, so that sinners will turn back to you. Deliver me from the guilt of bloodshed, O God, you who are God my Savior, and my tongue will sing of your righteousness. Open my lips, Lord, and my mouth will declare your praise. You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it; you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings. My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise.
My course must be similar to the kings, I must confess, tell God what’s really in my toilet bowl heart and repent, change direction, and ask to be forgiven.
What can wash away my sin?
We sing a song about it. The chorus goes something like this:
What can wash away my sin?
Nothing…..but the blood of Jesus.
Through confession and repentance I bring my filthy toilet bowl heart to God and he washes it with the cleansing blood of his son Jesus and my heart is clean again. Not for long. Just like the toilet in my house, my heart gets dirtied so I go back to God and He forgives me yet again.
Everyone can have their toilet bowl heart cleaned by the blood of Jesus, even me, even you. We just need to confess we need it, repent and ask for God to clean us. He wants to help us because he loves us people with toilet bowl hearts.