It’s Monday and I am on a pseudo lunch break looking out my window at yet another perfect San Diego day. I am sure the weather reporter tonight will say something about the wind that is rustling the trees in an attempt to find something less-than-perfect to talk about. The down side to being a weather reporter in San Diego is that you have to get really creative night to night.
“We have a cold wave coming on Wednesday that could push temperatures down into the low 60’s” or “The marine layer may cause some flight delays at San Diego International Airport tomorrow morning”. -Their job is to report anything to make the San Diego population realize that it is not REALLY perfect weather here.
What a rough job this person has.
I was enjoying the San Diego weather this past Friday, literally thinking about the overpaid weather reporters as I washed my wife’s car. As the dirt washed off her truck, the sunshine began to glisten off the green paint that I once remembered. It had been so long since her car had been washed that I began to think her truck had always been brown. As more and more of the truck’s true colors shown through I smiled at how busy the two of us must be to go months without washing our cars. I am surprised the state of California hasn’t sent us packing back to Colorado yet given the high value they place on a clean car.
Anyway, as I cleaned away, more and more blemishes became apparent. I washed the car, and now the trim looked faded. I went to the closet for some Armor All to shine up the trim and tires. Once that was done, I pulled out the Windex to get a few spots off of the windows. Now for the inside trim….and so it goes on…
The strange thing about it all is no matter how much I cleaned the car, the more spots of imperfection I would find: a small paint chip on the hood; a spot on the passenger side floor mat; a fingerprint smudge on the driver’s side window. No matter how pretty it looked was never REALLY clean.
Stepping back for a minute to observe my less-than-perfect work I looked up at the clear sky overhead. “Ahh this San Diego weather!” I thought to myself. And then I noticed it—the one little cloud in the distant sky that would be the weatherman’s topic of conversation on the evening news.
Are our own lives so different? We are dirty and full of grime, and Christ steps in to help clean us up. No matter how much we grow, and how much we strive for perfection, there is always cleaning to do. No matter how clear the sky is in our lives, there is always a cloud that reminds us that we are still short of perfection. This is not something to get down about however. Christ is preparing His bride. That makes me smile. Enjoy the experience, and feel blessed.
“Wash yourselves, make yourselves clean; Put away the evil of your doings from before My eyes. Cease to do evil, Learn to do good; Seek justice, Rebuke the oppressor; Defend the fatherless, Plead for the widow. “Come now, and let us reason together,” Says the LORD, “ Though your sins are like scarlet, They shall be as white as snow; Though they are red like crimson, They shall be as wool. “