Whenever my wife gets home from shopping, she kicks off her shoes. I wear mine from “can’t to can’t,” as my dad would say—from the time I can’t see in the morning until I can’t see at night. I only take them off then I go to bed. All three of my kids and their spouses take off their shoes whenever they visit.
Why am I boring you with all
this?
One evening, while getting
myself a glass of water, I dropped the glass on the kitchen floor, and it
shattered into bits and pieces. Sharp
shards were everywhere. Immediately, I
thought about my wife’s bare feet. What
a clumsy move! I was upset with myself,
wondering if I would be able to sweep up all the bits and pieces scattered
across the floor.
So far, so good—no cut feet.
Thinking back, and hoping my
wife and kids wouldn’t step on a piece of glass I had missed, it reminded me of
the times I mistreated people with bits and pieces of my own brokenness—not in
good ways. I was unhappy and took it out
on most everyone around me. As they say,
“I was not a happy camper.”
It seemed that life was
throwing me nothing but lemons. And in
the state of mind I was in, I was not ready—or even willing—to make
lemonade. I was plagued with
discontentment each and every day. My
whole mind, body, and spirit were suffering.
I needed a drink of clean,
refreshing water to wash away the sour taste of sin that lingered in my mouth,
so to speak. Peace of mind and
steadfastness in the face of adversity were missing. I was like a dead man walking—not able to rid
myself of the stench that followed me everywhere. It was the rotten smell of sin.
Try as I might, in my own
strength, I couldn’t escape the habits that possessed my better judgment. This boy was in bondage.
Bits and pieces of sin seemed
to mound up like you would see at a city dump—stinking to high heaven. But in my case, the One in heaven was not
pleased with my lifestyle. How could I
even hope to find lasting peace while living in the pigpen of disobedience?
It wasn’t until I realized
that temporary pleasures were void of what I really needed that I turned my
attention to the One whom Scripture calls the Prince of Peace—Jesus Christ.
When I asked God to forgive my
sins, all of those bits and pieces of shards that were cutting my heart into
shreds were swept away, just like the time I swept the kitchen floor to remove
the bits and pieces of the vessel I had broken.
Jesus mended my brokenness and
made me a whole vessel in Him, without all the sharp edges that kept me in
pain. In doing so, I am less likely to
hurt those around me because of the smoothing-out process of becoming a born-again
Christian.
God is helping me not to
offend or hurt others, replacing the odor of sin with the fragrance of the Rose
of Sharon through Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior.
God threw away the shards of
sin—all the bits and pieces, big and small—casting them into the depths of the
sea, never to remember them again. What
an amazing God we serve, who is willing to forgive us and cast our sins into
the depths of the sea!
“Therefore, if anyone is in
Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things
have become new.” — 2 Corinthians 5:17
"...He does not retain His anger forever, because He delights in mercy. He will again have compassion on us, and will subdue our iniquities. You will cast all our sins into the depths of the sea." — Micah 7:18-19
Written by,
Papa Boyd