I’ve been feeling a bit overwhelmed by all of the dirt around here. Mine, theirs — all of it.
That’s not a faith perspective.
It’s just far too easy for me to see all the dirt and start feeling like I’m working in a pig pen instead of a gold mine. That I’m wallowing in mud instead of digging a foundation.
The dirt really is there. It’s not a figment of my imagination, or gross exaggeration by a melancholy idealist — I’m a mess, they’re a mess, we’re all a mess. But how will I respond?
Will I simply marvel all the more at a glorious Savior who redeemed me? Will I see the dirt for what it is — and thrill at the faintest glimmer of gold?
While we were yet sinners, Christ died. He wasn’t deterred or overwhelmed by dirt. Not even a whole-world-full.
I want to be like that.
I want to be like Jesus.
One of my favorite people, full of gold to be discovered: