About two weeks ago I baked some really delicious ribs marinated in tangerine juice and drizzled with brown sugar. But then this happened…
When I pulled the trays out of the oven I sighed heavily. And then as I scrubbed them I sighed some more. I actually left them sitting on the counter for a few days dreading even the thought of cleaning them.
As I was scrubbing them everyone around me could sense my frustration, but then Alexandra said, “Well, it’s not that bad if it has a spiritual meaning, right?” And it hit me! She was totally right! If I can see this from a different perspective then maybe this won’t be torture, but even…pleasant. Hmmm… So, I wondered what these dirty trays could possibly represent.
*Gasp!* My heart. All the black junk on the tray is my sin and Jesus is the one scrubbing to make me clean. Jesus uses his scrubber, the word of God, to clean all the gunk that has baked onto my heart over the years. As I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed I saw how deeply rooted many of my sins are. I can’t just repent once and forget about it, or write about it in my testimony one time and then move on. Instead through maaany Bible studies, maaany failures, maaany struggles and Jesus’ overflowing grace, the gunk starts to loosen, peel away and is finally off.
Scrubbing these trays clean has been a long process, and I keep coming back to them, patiently scrubbing one area this way and that way, add a little water, scrub some more, let it soak, then scrub some more. This is reflective of Jesus’ patience and love for me. When he saw me full of sin, he didn’t just throw me away and buy new trays. Instead he took me in, called me to himself to have life together with him, and is patiently cleaning me up with his words so that I can become clean.
Jesus is so beautiful. His patience, his hope for me, his tenderness, his humility, and his love for me always remain. All I have to do is remain in him and remain in his words and he is willing to patiently bear my filthy sins and wash me through his words.