Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Robed in White

Yesterday as I was driving back from town my attention was drawn to the fields along both sides of the road. The snow had melted and there was nothing but acres and acres of lifeless land. No crops. Dormant. Lacking growth. Dull. Lumpy. The reminder of death and vast emptiness was profound. I found myself longing for spring when the signs of life would appear in the trees, grass and early crops springing forth from winter’s sleep. As much as I drive up and down our road, my observations seemed to be almost prophetic — not in the sense of future-telling so much as it was the beginning of something the Holy Spirit wanted to speak to my heart. I didn’t have the whole story, but the scene was imprinted on my heart for a reason I wouldn’t begin to understand until this morning.

Snow. Big, soft flakes. Steadily falling from the heavens and quickly covering the brown, lifeless fields. Because we live on a country road, I can barely see one house from our picture window, but today it’s as if it is non-existant. This is a very personal moment. A message to my heart. The Artist’s portrait of love presented to me to be shared with you.

“Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool” (Isaiah 1:18).

As I sit here writing, I’ve had numerous moments where I’ve had to stop as I hear the voice of my Shepherd speaking — nothing necessarily new, but reconfirming His Word, His purpose, and a reminder of His loving sacrifice and just what it means to me/us. Once dead in our sins. Lifeless. Shrouded in death. Eternally non-productive. Wasteland. Empty. Now, blanketed in white. Pure. Covered. Peaceful. Untouched by the world’s uncleanness. Robed in righteousness. Gloriously transformed.

What a picture of the unmatchable gift given to us as the ultimate price was paid for the covering of our sin! Indescribable beauty! Matchless glory! Unfathomable peace! Total satisfaction. 

The blood of my Savior still speaks from Calvary. It’s cry is not vengeance but mercy. To quote Spurgeon: “It is precious beyond all preciousness to stand at the altar of our good Shepherd, to see Him bleeding there as the slaughtered priest, and then to hear His blood speaking peace to all His flock, peace in our conscience, peace between Jew and Gentile, peace between man and his offended Maker, peace all down the ages of eternity for blood-washed men.

It is this miraculous blood that cleanses whiter than the snow falling from the heavens and covering all sorts of darkness pictured by the dormant fields. 

Oh, friends! How I thank Him for such a great sacrifice … words seem so empty yet my heart overflows with gratefulness and praise. Where would we be without His boundless love that nailed Him to the torturous cross? What would life be if He hadn’t loved us enough to complete His mission? 

Praise Him! Thank Him! Stand in awe of His glorious gift! Bow before Him as He blankets you with His purity, robes you with His righteousness, and transforms you into His likeness. Receive the gift of His love — the love reaches even the most sinsick soul with mercies untold. There is no God like our God … neither in heaven nor in earth! 

“Give unto the LORD the glory due unto his name; worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness” (Psalm 29:2).


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