Friday, November 9, 2012

Never to be Found

It was in the bending over the trash can, I saw.
Here was a bag, filled, with unwanted. Disgusting. Disposed of.
And where would this mess go?
Yes, I would carry it outside. But then what?
It would find its way to the garbage truck and eventually be hauled to the dump.
This same unwanted would be heaped and piled and buried long.
Never to be seen again.
What I had so blatantly tossed, would be removed. For good.
Impossible to be found. Ever.
How often do we confess an offense, only to have that same mistake worry us like a knot in the yarn?
How many times do we cringe at the remembrance of our lack?
We return to our dirt like returning to old friends.
Repeatedly. Often.
We doubt the forgiveness.
Are uncertain of the grace.
Wonder how such could be removed.
“As far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us.” Psalm 103:12
To remove is to eradicate, be rid of.
Just like the unwanted trash had been permanently eradicated, so are my sins.
They are removed, buried long under mounds of grace.
Impossible to be found.

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