I know what is on the top of my to do list this morning! For when I glanced up and looked out my window I was horrified. The sunlight streaming in accentuated how dirty my windows were. I have washed them from time to time but somehow they keep getting dirty.
When a person calls on the name of the LORD JESUS to save him, he is forgiven and cleansed from all sin by the blood of JESUS and forever they belong to JESUS (Hebrews 7:25, John 3:36). Even though we are saved we turn around and sin for all men sin (2 Chronicles 6:36). We don’t need to be saved all over for we have eternal life but to avoid discipline of the LORD (1 Corinthians 11:31-32) we need own up/ acknowledge we did wrong- that is confess our sin. When we do that GOD is faithful and just to forgive us our sin and cleanse us (anew) from all unrighteousness (1 John 1:9).
But we are like my windows, by just being in this world completely unintentional on our part some of the dirt and grime of this world system attaches itself to us like smoke from a campfire or white cat hair to a black pair of slacks. And is it ever noticeable to everyone but us.
One of the pieces of furniture in the Old Testament tabernacle was the bronze laver and it was filled with water. The priests would often stop at the laver and perform ritualistic cleansing. Like much of the Old Testament, this laver is a picture for us Christians.
“How can a young man (anyone) cleanse his way? By taking heed to YOUR word” (Psalm 119:9).
“as CHRIST also loved the church, and gave HIMSELF for it; That HE might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word” (Ephesians 5:26).
Hebrews 4:12 “For the word of GOD is alive, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.”
The Word of GOD shows us the things hiding in our heart that should not be there. When we see them we can take them to GOD and HE will wash them just as I intend to wash my windows.
Hugs,
Sharon
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