I’ve been painting a gate this weekend. As I did it, it occurred to me that if gates could cry, this one would have been bawling at the pain of change. It was happy being red and looking scruffy, getting on with life and serving it’s purpose well enough. But it’s owner decided that in order for it to survive another winter, change was required – a new coat of paint. The quickest and least painful way to do that would have been to slap a coat of paint on top of the existing one and call it an improvement. It would have looked better for a while. Until the winter when the problems under the surface would reveal themselves in the storms, as old paint continued to peel wrecking the new, allowing the rot to continue.
Just noticed why God forgives us: ‘I, even I, am he who blots out your transgressions, for my own sake, and remembers your sins no more.’ Isaiah 43:25. Wow, I need to process that information!