Hot Sauce, Shust and Skin

We had the pleasure of dining with the Shusts after church today. Aaron and I had the joy of teaming with Randy Pope on the 30th anniversary of he and Carol coming to Atlanta. We had a great time leading worship.

At the end of lunch as Aaron attempted to clear the table he spilled hot sauce all over his pants leg and my wife's leg too. Not a big tragedy. Water on a napkin got it off of my wife's bare leg. Not so for Aaron's jeans and tennis shoes. Stained. With a good wash it should come out. But until he gets one, he will be marked. Stained. I could still see it on his pants as he and Sarah left.

Some messes are easy to clean, depending upon what surface they fall on. Others not so easy. They need a good scrub. It sounds like a simple truth, but I am glad skin is washable. What a good idea. Clothes too, but skin is alot easier to clean I think.

So here is my weird thought for Sunday afternoon. What if skin was not washable? If every time you had gotten dirty, your skin retained it. And over the years, it just built up. Blacker and dirtier. Hot sauce with mustard with dirt with other nasty things on your hands and elsewhere. Perish the thought.

Perish the thought and be grateful to Jesus for washing your washable soul. Blessings