So I used to drink chocolate milk a lot. A lot. And one time when I was younger, I was sitting in bed doing just that, and I spilled some. There was a drop of chocolate milk, maybe the size of a penny, on my sheets by my pillow. I freaked out because, or course, I thought my mum was going to freak out. I tried desperately to get the stain out (probably still while drinking my chocolate milk). I scrubbed, squeezed, there was possibly some licking action going down as well. It wouldn't come out. So I hid it underneath my pillow, worrying that my mum would find it and I would get in trouble for making such a mistake. It turned out that I had no need to worry about the chocolate milk stain. My mum wasn't mad about it, and I'm pretty sure it came out in the wash. I didn't need to try and fix it, nor did I need to try and cover it up. It was made like new through the wash. I was reminded of this memory several times this past week, as a lovely reminder of what was done. Though you might think it's a bit of a stretch comparing Jesus to a washing machine and chocolate milk to sin (how can chocolate be sinful, right??), that's exactly what I'm doing. We make mistakes. We sin. We make messes, and we have tons of stains that won't come out - no matter how hard you scrub, squeeze, hide, or. . .lick. Nothing's going to change the fact that they're there, and there's nothing you can do to fix it. That's where Jesus comes in (the washer). Through His sacrifice of death on the cross, He has taken our sins with Him to the grave, offering us forgiveness of them forever. He takes away our sin, people. Those nasty stains that won't go away, even if you cover them up, they're taken care of; they're forgiven. He washes those stains. He makes all things new. How great is our God?! That He has the power to do that! And not only that, but being able to compare it with chocolate milk? I think that's pretty neat. Happy Easter, guys :)
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