blood-of-jesusLauren and I only had about a year-and-a-half of marriage before Jack came along. Once that happened, she became a “stay at home” mom while I was a “go to work” dad.  With Jack (and now Caleb) in school, Lauren is now back at work. As such, the laundry doesn’t get done as fast as I might like.

Let me explain: You see I’m spoiled rotten. I grew up with a mother who did everything for her children. She cooked every meal from scratch, sowed our ripped clothes, washed every pair of underwear, etc. All with nary a complaint.

Then I moved away and for a few weeks I was single. I would take my laundry home and my precious mother would bring it back to me magically clean. Don’t ask me how she does it. It’s some kind of voodoo I don’t want to know about.

This went on, as I said, for a few weeks. Then I met Lauren. Now, a lot of my preaching school years are a blur, so you’ll forgive me if I flub a little. Either she did my laundry for me or I continued to take them to my mom, I’m not exactly sure. I’m sure she’s reading this right now screaming the answer at her phone.

Honey, stop yelling.

Anyway, we got married in June 2005 and between that time and September of 2014 my laundry was always done. Now, however, it piles up.

One day I made the mistake of pointing this out, which elicited what I can only imagine was weeks of pent-up frustration: “WHY DON’T YOU JUST WASH YOUR OWN UNDERWEAR!”

Wash my own und…what do those words even mean? “Wash my own” you say? Is such a thing even possible?

Well long story long, I have now started washing my own underwear.

Anyway, I said all that to say this: Sometimes you wash your clothes and when you pull them out of the dryer (another contraption I’ve only recently discovered) you notice that the bbq sauce stain on your white t-shirt lingers still.

Sometimes stains do that. I guess if they weren’t persistent little buggers we wouldn’t call them “stains” would we? The very word implies they don’t go away so easily. Sometimes, no matter what you do you just can’t get rid of them.

Sometimes you need help.

Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.

Isaiah 1:18

When we sin against God we put a black mark on our soul that can not be scrubbed away by good deeds. It can not be erased by feeling guilty. It can not be undone by the power of positive persuasion.

The only way to remove that stain is with the blood of Christ.  Jesus’ blood has the power to wash away every stain. How? By covering the stain of sin with His blood. And though getting our blood on a shirt causes a nasty stain, His blood removes the blemish and makes everything white as snow…

And one of the elders answered, saying unto me, What are these which are arrayed in white robes? and whence came they?
And I said unto him, Sir, thou knowest. And he said to me, These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.

Revelation 7:13-14

The stain of sin can not be removed without Jesus’ help. Give your soul to Him and let Him wash it away.

Have a great day!