Happy Saturday! Hope this first weekend of fall is full of beauty and rest. It’s still feeling summer-y here but I know vivid colors and crisp temps are coming.
I love watching the sunrise right here with a cup of coffee, beholding the majesty of a new and always different day. But there’s a problem: when the light shines on my window I can see just how filthy it is. I mean look at it! It’s begging for some Windex.
I guess I could close the shutters in the mornings, and only open them when the sun is high in the sky. I’d never know just how dirty my windows are without the light.
In a sense, people all over the world do just that. You know who they are. They’re the ones who say things like “I’m a good person.” Honestly if I hear someone say something like that I want to chuckle. “Oh really?” I think. We can keep the shutters to our hearts closed tight. We can run from the Light. Our imperfections and shortcomings may stay hidden. We may temporarily believe the lie that we are “good.”
But Jesus was clear: “Whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what they have done has been done in the sight of God.” (John 3:21). This is just a handful of verses after Jesus said that He came not to condemn the world but to save it. You can’t be saved from your own undoing if you think you are a good person. What would you be saved from? Your own goodness?
I have yet to clean the window above. It’s quite high off the ground and huge shrubs also form a barrier where I might try to place a ladder. I do intend to clean it or have it cleaned, but I sure wouldn’t bother with it if I didn’t even know it was dirty — if I never opened the shutters. And how sad would that be? I’d miss the morning majesty daily displayed through this imperfect piece of glass.
The same principle applies spiritually. We can walk around with the shutters to our hearts closed up tight but we’ll miss the majesty, the majesty of the healing, redemptive work that Jesus longs to do in our hearts.
May I live each day embracing the Light, even when it reveals my many, many flaws. May my imperfect reflection somehow still point to my perfect and loving Savior.
Have a fabulous weekend friends flinging open all your shutters!