Rainbow colors dance in the wind. I look out my window giving thanks for minor miracles: clothes hanging on a line, not scattered on the ground to dry. Well, at least not as many scattered on the ground to dry.
Eagerly my children line up waiting their turn. It is time for the annual pre-school days clothing sort. The old rags taken for fire, the ones now too small piled for re-gifting, the ones surviving our scrutiny repacked in new clean bags.
I look in each child’s eyes, one by one. Praising some for their care of what has been given them, admonishing others to wash their garments and not pack them away still wet or dirty. I attempt to teach a few what is meant by folding your clothes. Attempt being the operative word. Together we decide which clothes have been outgrown, which clothes are no longer wearable.
Bluntly put, I do not want my children in rags. They are royalty, not beggars.
How much more does Papa not want His children in rags. But how often do I settle for less than His best: clinging on to rags of the past or too-small garments from the last season, accepting hand-me-downs that will never fit? And there He is just waiting to exchange them all for new, custom made, perfectly fitting clothes with my name on them. Will I release my grasp on the old to receive the new?
This year’s clothing sort has me thinking of another great exchange:
Zech. 3:3-5 (NIV) Now Joshua was dressed in filthy clothes as he stood before the angel. The angel said to those who were standing before him, “Take off his filthy clothes” Then he said to Joshua, “See, I have taken away your sin, and I will put rich garments on you.” Then I said, “Put a clean turban on his head.” So they put a clean turban on his head and clothed him, while the angel of the LORD stood by.
What old, stained garments, ripped into rags are we wearing? Surely Papa wants to exchange them for His garments of grace.
The question is will we let Him.
Gal. 3:27 For all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ.