Patchwork

Few people are truly comfortable in their own skin. Who hasn’t sought approval from another person at some point in his or her life? But why do we think that going to a person who is equivalently unbalanced will somehow fix our issues. We live in a society that screams dysfunction and yet we embrace it and praise ourselves for our accomplishments. How jacked is that?!? We have our heads buried so deep in the sand that we think we can see China on the other side. It is time to put aside our pride and recognize that there is one cure for the sickness that has invaded this world. Our sin, which devours our innermost being, at a rate more rampant than the most extreme cancers known to man, is the one thing that is keeping us from reaching out to the healing that is right in front of us. Day in and day out, we embrace the veil that has been shrewdly place over our eyes as though we cannot live without its “protection”. Little do we realize that we are willingly clinging to death and destruction, renaming it life and healing so we can stay in our comfort zones a little longer. Our depravity screams out with the desperation of a mother who believes her child has been lost. It is a cry that pierces deep into the soul and calls to question the reasons for life, love, beauty, and time. What is found in the background of the clamoring chaos is the still, small whisper of the God who created it all. He is calling out for resolve on the part of His people, to cling to the cross and lay aside the veil. His is a gift of peace, understanding, and vision. He came to give sight to the blind and to replace the patchwork bond between us and our sin, with a seamless bond only His Son could create. Our bond with sin has never been a perfect fit. We have embraced our sin much like a bride clings to the wedding dress that is four sizes too small, hoping that she can hold her breath long enough to make it fit. All the while, a far more beautiful gown is on display right in front of her that has been custom made to accentuate the beauty that she cannot see in herself. The master weaver is standing by waiting for the bride to experience the comfort that only his gown can offer. It is not heavy or overbearing. The details are perfect and without flaw. He knows nothing less than perfection. He finds joy in His handiwork to such an extent that he offers her the gown free of charge. His joy is made complete in seeing her joy. This perfect gift is the gift we have been offered through His Son. All we are asked to do is to lay aside our baggage and cling to His freeing grace.