2015-07-29 - Replacement Parts
When I was twelve years old, my brother and I went on our first airplane ride, to go to our Grandma’s place in Florida. The following week, our parents drove down and we had some time visiting with family. It was quite enjoyable. There was, however, a less than enjoyable incident involving our Great-Aunt accidentally backing out of her garage and hitting my parent’s new station wagon. She was embarrassed about it, although it was rather minor damage and easily repaired. No matter how my parents tried to console her, she just couldn’t seem to find any comfort in their words. Two days ago, I learned exactly how that feels, unfortunately. But for me it was forgetting to close the back door of my SUV and starting to back into the open garage. I damaged the trim of the garage, slightly bent the door of a garage panel piece, and also caused minor damage to the back door of my car. While none of it changed the functionality of either door, it was quite embarrassing and rather humbling.
I used to find comfort in my ability to drive in reverse quite well. Not so much now. My normal routine, after coming back from an errand, was altered - and apparently influenced my train of thought enough to lead to this incident. I now also have a physical reminder of my mistake, every time I look at the back of my car. My Great-Aunt’s humiliation has now become crystal clear to me. We can replace the door on the car (as well as the garage door), and it will be as if it never happened, just as my parents did by replacing the quarter panel damaged by my Mom’s aunt. And after a while, the memory of the incident will fade, but hopefully what I will remember is to check and be sure my door is shut, before trying to back inside again.
Like the replacement door, our Father in Heaven sent us a cure for spiritual death through sin. Sin is anything we do or give time and attention to, that separates us from the God that created us. Jesus is our replacement for those things that separate us from our Creator. When we decide to follow Him, upon repentance, we get a new start. We still have memories of what we have done, and what our life was like before we started over, but God holds no record of those things. It’s as if we never backed into the door opening and ripped off some trim. I am grateful that my Father in Heaven forgets my wrongs, when I acknowledge them and ask him to wipe my slate clean. I can’t imagine living this life, never having that forgiveness. We need to let him finish the job, and to forgive ourselves, too.
“He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.” (Psalm 147:3)
All scripture references are from the King James Version (KJV) unless otherwise noted.