Sometimes I don't brush my teeth very well.
Admit it - sometimes you don't either. You know that day, the one where you're in a hurry to get out the door, kid or dog or coffee in one arm, bag or trash or computer in the other, fifty things on the to-do list for the day, and you're just glad that your head is physically attached to your body or you'd forget that too!
Surely that's not just me?
...
Anyone?
Okay, regardless of how busy (or not) your life gets, I was driving down the road the other day and I realized as I swiped my tongue across my newly brushed teeth that I had missed a substantial amount of...well, junk. They felt clean all along the front. But the backside of my teeth, the hidden places, felt as dirty as if I hadn't brushed. I honestly thought, "Wow, I might as well not have brushed my teeth..."
It's funny, though. Even on the days when it is obvious how poorly you've brushed, you still can't know exactly how well you clean your teeth until you actually go to the dentist. Then, to your horror and surprise, as the hygienist picks and digs and flosses all the areas you've been missing since your last visit, you realize that what you thought was a good overall attempt at keeping your teeth clean was really amateurish at best.
And then what happens? Your dentist tells you to do a better job, to actually floss (because it's obvious you haven't been...), and "We'll see you again in six months!" Right? Or is that just me?
It occurred to me as I pondered the whole process of dental hygiene that brushing teeth is like trying to be righteous apart from Christ.
Think about it. Justification is being declared righteous, spotless, clean before God. We all do our best to clean ourselves up. We dress it up nicely. We make excuses to justify the things we know are wrong but don't want to admit to. Sometimes we're even blinded to obvious sin because of our bias in our own favor. The average person would never see the sin that we commit on a daily basis. They would never notice just how bad of a job we do at making our lives pure.
But God sees.
He sees the sin and the brokenness. He sees the hurt and the pain. He sees our attempts at doing good things and how we hide it all behind a mask of personal strength or holiness or whatever else we put up to hide just how broken we really are. The problem is that anything "good" that we do is like filthy rags compared to the perfect righteousness of God. Within that problem lies yet another problem: because of how sinful we are, righteousness based on anything that we do apart from Christ is impossible.
No matter how hard I try I will never clean out all the nasty sin that is hidden away in the crevices of my heart. But God, like dentist does with our teeth, comes in and cleans house. I am so thankful for the work that God does! And I will praise God for the rest of my days because Jesus stepped in and made a way where there was no way. He gave up His life so that we could live. He became our righteousness for us.
I know the analogy isn't perfect, but I couldn't help being reminded as I thought about my dirty teeth that no matter how morally I try to live, no matter how strong I try to be, nothing will ever measure up to the standard of perfection that God's holiness requires. It's an endless cycle of cleanliness and filth - an impossible task for us as humans on this earth.
And that's okay. Because Jesus stepped in and did it for me.
Does it mean I'm perfect and I'll never do anything wrong the rest of my life? No! Does it mean that I can live however I want? Absolutely not. But it does mean that we can have a restored relationship with God. It means that as we grow in our walk with Him that God will continually make us more holy as He Himself is holy. And it means that we can rest in the joy of abundant life with Him and hope of the future in heaven.
"I believe in God like I believe in the sun, not because I can see it, but because of it all things are seen."
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6.23.2012
6.13.2012
The Conviction to Parent
Parenting is incredibly convicting.
Seriously.
Try disobeying God in an area of your life while explaining the necessity of obedience to a child. It's doable, but it certainly isn't comfortable. I sat down with Isabella today, for what seems like the millionth time, to talk about obedience and what it means.
I feel like I'm on repeat sometimes as I listen to myself talk about the same thing over and over again...
But every time I have that discussion I am reminded of some area of my life that is not rightly aligned to God's standard for me as a Christian. I am convicted of just how guilty I am of disobeying my heavenly Father, even in the midst of discussion that is centered on the disobedience of a child toward her earthly father.
Discussions about
obedience,
patience,
attitude,
discipline,
consequences
then drive me to humbly and honestly consider my own relationship with God.
Discipline is then infinitely harder because I feel as though I am disciplining myself in some vicarious way. That's probably a skewed understanding of discipline, but I can't help thinking that sometimes God uses that conviction to lead me to repentance and thus draw me closer in relationship to Himself.
Just as I have found that conviction within me grows as I walk through life as a parent, so also is grace all the more real to me. I think this is because in spite of my frustration over yet another blunder on the part of my child, I constantly feel the overwhelming desire to extend grace and show mercy for her error based on the very grace and mercy which were shown to me at the cross. This doesn't mean that my wife and I don't discipline her, but it does mean that we are honest with her about the grace that we have experienced in Christ. She gets her fair share of spankings. But she also gets her fair share of second chances. We want her to know as she grows in understanding that discipline is both external and internal. It is the external ordering of our behavior to line up with God's standard for holiness. But, more importantly, it is the internal change of heart that comes with conviction of sin and repentance before a holy God. Without both, it's guilt at best and hypocrisy at worst.
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