[A]nd to be renewed in the spirit of your minds, and to put on the new self, created after the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness -- Ephesians 4:23-24
This has been a busy week, not a particularly bad one, but
it seems as though it went by too fast.
I did not get everything done that I would like. We have had non-stop rain here for the last
six days. Now we have the remnants of
tropical storm (or depression or whatever) Bill pouring torrential amounts of
water out of the sky. Therefore my grass
is going to be a foot high before I get a chance to cut it. (Saturday is no good for other reasons.) So I got some things done that are not part
of my usual weekly routine. For example,
I got a haircut. I guess it had been a
while. My wife got me started going to
this shop at the mall, and this was probably my third haircut since
February. I went in and asked if they
would have time to work me in that evening (Tuesday, I think). The girl – not the usual 40ish woman – said to
give her twenty minutes.
While I was waiting -- it's the mall, right? -- I went looking for a summer sport coat
to wear to church. I found one in my
size in a lightweight, kind of tan material that should work with brown, black,
gray and probably navy pants. I tried it
on, paid for it, took it out and hung it up in my car, and came back in to
finish waiting for my haircut. I got my
money’s worth on the haircut. I said, “Just
make it high and tight.” She did. There is nothing left to mat down under my
helmet. I’m probably good for the rest
of the summer. I gave her a generous
gratuity despite the fact that she was talkative.
Then tonight I took some stuff to Goodwill. I’m going to take more -- none of Vickie’s
stuff. I can’t do that. Her shoes are still where she left them on the
steps up out of the garage. Another pair
of her shoes, her coat, and some other clothes are still in the laundry
room. I don’t know when I’ll even be
able to move them back to her closet.
Anyway, I’m cleaning out some of my things that are just taking up
space. I’ll get rid of some old suits
and other clothes that I don’t wear any more this fall probably. I bought that new sport coat because the ones
I’m going to take to Goodwill are out of style and have funky colors. Some of them I think I got from Goodwill, and
they were cheap but they never fit me well.
I suppose I could take one of those old jackets to a tailor
and have it let out in the chest and taken in the waist, have some of that
padding pulled out of the shoulders, etc.
One time I was talking to a contractor about how he got started. He said he learned a little about a lot of
trades as a kid because his dad was always working on their old house. He said it seemed like they were always
adding and remodeling and refinishing one room or another. He chuckled a little and asked, “You know what
we had when we were done?” I shook my
head. He said, “An old house.”
Some of us try to fix up the old self. We try to reform it and clean it up. We work and work to make the old self more
presentable and attractive and acceptable, to get it to conform to God’s law
and His standards. When we are done we
have the old self. The leopard has not
changed his spots.
God doesn’t call us to reform. He has a better way. He says all a person has to do is take the
old self off and toss it, pitch it, throw it away. We don’t need it. He offers us this glorious new self that does
not need reform. It is already in the
likeness of God in righteousness and holiness.
We don’t need to work and worry to get righteous because we have put on
Christ, and we are clothed in His righteousness.
It’s amazing. Look at
it again: put on the new self, created after the likeness of God in true
righteousness and holiness. That’s
it.
I really wish I could be a good person. I’d like to live in a way that’s pleasing to
God. I’m all messed, though. I have all these stains, cigarette burns, and
tears and holes in awkward places. I can’t
go before God like this. But I can … put on the Lord Jesus Christ… (Romans 13:14).
9 comments:
Amen. And if I could, I'd give you a big hug.
I appreciate it. I'm really doing OK.
I have denied a lot because there has been a lot to do, and I don't always have time to let grief work on me.
One thing I've started doing that helps me is sharing photographs with the kids and grandkids. I took a lot of pictures of Vickie, especially of her and the grandkids over the last twenty years. I want them to remember how much she just loved being with them and how much fun she was to be around.
It's a terrible joy that hurts to heal.
Amen! Beautiful post. Thank you.
Thanks, Ann.
Thank God we can put on Christ.
Terrible joy does hurt to heal, my friend, but it's better than not healing, and just experiencing the terrible...I reckon.
This takes time, and everything, everything is different. Spending as much time as you can with your family and friends will help.
I still got most of Patti's things. Sure, they're just things, but they remind me of her. Just like photos but in a different way.
God bless you, Dwiane.
Just over six months for me and a year for you. I guess it gets easier sometime.
Our daughter came down for a couple of days. We both broke down crying before she left yesterday. We'd taken the youngest grandson to a baseball game Saturday, and, as much fun as we had, it was hard not to think how much more laughter and silliness there would have been if Grandma had been there with us.
You are an inspiration, Dwaine.
Thank you.
I don't know how I would have made it without you all.
Same here, brother. I thank God for all my fellow Raccoons! What a blessing!
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