Last night while running an errand for my wife (one I really didn't want to do in the first place), my face exploded.
I was looking at the receipt she had sent me to retrieve instead of where I was going. Earlier, my daughter and I had loaded a demolished deck into my pickup. It has a topper and the boards were sticking out, which caused the hatch on the topper to be partially opened. I walked right into it, connecting my upper lip with the sharp metal corner of the hatch.
I couldn't see much for a few seconds but stars and tweety-birds. Then I saw the blood. Further inspection revealed that I had punctured my lip and cut another four inches across my face over to the cheek. What bugged me the most was that I had to perform a wedding today, and felt bad that I was standing in front of the church with my face all cracked up.
It will leave a scar, nevertheless my wife's love for me hasn't changed. (Never had a best side for taking pictures, but now I know at least I have a better side.) While reading 1 Corinthians 13 during the wedding ceremony, it made me think of a paraphrase: "Love sees no scar."
That really is true of God's love for us. We all, as sinners are "damaged goods." Even so, God loves us just as we are ... even when we were unrepentant sinners. The Book of Romans says that God demonstrated His love for us by giving Christ as the sacrifice for us even while we were still sinners.
Yup, I'm pretty beat up on both the inside and the out. On the outside because I'm a klutz and have the marks to prove it. On the inside because I was a sinner. Thankfully, God sees no scars, and loves me like He loves His Son who died for me.
I hope I remember that every time I look in the mirror to shave.
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