I painted my living room this week. A friend walked in and said, “It looks so clean!” I agree with her. It looks clean and fresh. Having lived there for seventeen years, I’d grown accustomed to the familiar marks. You know, the places where the chair rubs against the wall, where fingerprints accumulate, where pictures have left their telltale scratches and streaks in the paint. What had been there was now gone, covered over by a completely new color.
Clean and fresh. That left me with two thoughts.
The first was gratitude. Isn’t that the way it is with Jesus?
We see ourselves with the familiar marks and scars of life, beat up, whether from our own sinfulness or sin done to us. Jesus completely forgives us, taking all those out of the way. In a sense, what He sees when He sees us is fresh paint, bought with His own life. All clean. All right before Him because the old is covered over by His sacrifice.
The second was alarm. My own eyes had grown accustomed to the condition of the walls. I didn’t even see the accumulated marks any more. It made me wonder about my sensitivity to sin I am tolerating in my own life. Lord, open my eyes!
Either way, “all clean” is something He freely gives us when we come to Him.
“Come now, let us settle the matter,” says the LORD. “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.”
What an invitation! A coat of fresh paint has given me fresh appreciation for being forgiven, for the past, for the present and for the future.
What thoughts does fresh paint stir up in you?