That Cleansing Blood

I'm sitting here at my computer after just having moved a dozen heavy boxes and a bunch of computer monitors and I looked down at my hands and they are filthy. The stuff I had to move was more than a little dirty and some of the dust and grime that was on it transferred to me when I handled it.

As I was looking down at my dirty hands, I had an impression as if the Spirit whispered to me that these dirty hands of mine are much like a Christian who has to deal with the world. As the cares of life and the weight of this world presses in on us, we can't come away without picking up a bit of it's filth, at least on the surface. This "transfer" can do anything from depress us to influence our actions, but you see, we have a solution for that.

All that I have to do to clean my hands is to walk over to the restroom and wash them. As I scrub my hands with soap and water, the dirt will just flow away. When it comes to my life as a Christian though, hot water and soap just won't cut it. But there is good news brothers and sisters. We have a Savior, one who died for us and shed his blood on the cross and what soap and water can't handle, that precious blood can wash whiter than freshly fallen snow.

So when the filth of this world is clinging to you or maybe has just got you down, don't go trying to fix it for yourself, it won't work. Instead, go to the Redeemer and one more time and submerse yourself in that crimson flow that has the power to sanctify us.

I'm reminded of two songs that echo the thoughts I have for you today:

Search me, O God, and know my heart today;
Try me, O Savior, know my thoughts, I pray.
See if there be some wicked way in me;
Cleanse me from every sin and set me free.

and

Oh! precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go wash my hands.