WARNING: This Blog post will make men squeamish as well as most women. Read on at your own risk!
I was in the first grade and I lived about a quarter of a mile from my school and so my brother and I would ride our bikes every day to and from school. On this particular day I was riding home from school and I happened to pass a neighbors house whose trash can had been knocked over and much of their garbage was on the sidewalk. The curiosity got the best of me as I passed the many pieces of junk and litter. Some items caught my eye that I just had to get a closer look at. I wan’t sure what they were, but they looked like they could certainly be re-used as building blocks or beads for stringing. So I began to stuff my pockets with the treasure to take home and begin some kind of art project.
I was pretty stoked with my find, so as soon as I got into the door of my house I wanted to find my mom and show her. I was asking for some string or glue or something when my mom came to me to find out what I needed the craft supplies for. I excitedly pulled out my treasures from my pockets and set them on the table. My mother was horrified! “Where did you get these?” she asked. “I found them on the sidewalk on the way home. They fell out of someone’s garbage can.” “How many more do you have?” my mom asked. “There’s some more in my other pocket, I said as I pulled out another couple of pink, cylindrical plastic tubes. My mother quickly snatched them up and put them in our trashcan, and I was sent to the bathroom to wash my hands and then change my clothes so that mine could be washed.
What I had picked up as my treasure happened to be used tampon applicators. Pink. Girly. Perfect for a necklace or something…. Gross!!!!!
Okay, so why am I telling this story? The analogy came to me the other day as I listened to another message about our righteousness vs. the righteousness of Christ. The Bible tells me that when I die and stand before God, He is going to ask me whose righteousness I bring Him. If I say “mine” because I was such a good person, obedient to the laws, gave to the poor, ate my vegetables, was a good neighbor and even volunteered for charities, I will look very much like “Cate the first grader” pulling used tampon applicators excitedly out of my pockets only to find that my righteousness is like “filthy rags”. The actual definition of “filthy rags” is “menstrual cloths.” The only way to the Father is through the Son. I must accept what He has done in my place…through his death, burial and resurrection. He took my sin and guilt, cleansed me and robed me in His righteousness. That is the only righteousness that will give me a place in heaven.
It’s crazy to me to think that the deeds I am most “giddy” about are disgusting in comparison with the holiness, righteousness and justice of God. If I am leaning on my good works to gain my entrance I am only stuffing my pockets with used Kotex. We aren’t even talking about how God views sin here…this is the good stuff that we are stoked about most days.
You can thank me later for this gruesome visual. It’s in my head, so it feels only fitting that I pass it on to yours. 😉 Bottom line: Choose Christ. Do not disregard His grace or mercy as cheap or disposable. Allow His righteousness to outshine yours by receiving Him into your life. Let Him clothe you with His beauty. Come to the Father through the Son.
6 All of us have become like one who is unclean,
and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags;
we all shrivel up like a leaf,
and like the wind our sins sweep us away.
6Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.
16″For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. 17For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.
Aren’t you glad you read this post today?