I am damaged goods. I’m not just talking about my body. My heart, my soul are damaged. They are always wanting their own way. I am sitting in church listening to songs about how much God loves me, but my mind keeps flashing back to my failures, telling me I don’t belong here. Then over all the other voices and memories I hear Jesus words from the cross, “it is finished”.
Jesus finished the work it took to forgive my sins. I entered black with sin, but bathed in his red blood I am washed white. I don’t understand it but I cling to it like a drowning man to a life raft.
Join me if not in this place at least in this position. I have Asked Jesus yet again to cleanse me and his blood is just as effective today as it was the very first time a I called out to him to save me.
Church starts at 10 am here but there are church’s every where and if you can’t make it to church Jesus is available 24/7 and makes house calls.
It isn’t Sunday but the thing is, all days and nights are the same for God. God is Holy. That means he is separate and separated from creation. He is not subject to time. With God it is always now. Today, right now God is calling us to come home to him. To come home and get cleaned up, to be loved on and cared for. To have our wounds and sicknesses healed, to be fed and to rest and enjoy love and mercy and tenderness. To be clothed in new clothes, pure and white and taylored to us. Today, right now, come home to a father who loves us, loves you and loves me.