The fall really messed things up, but it also set the stage for the greatest rescue mission ever launched.
Now I have a hole in the back of my mouth where that second molar used to be and, to me, it’s a reminder of grace.
I am called righteous, my slate wiped clean by the blood of Jesus, yet I am still enticed by sin and darkness. I am pure and spotless because of the free gift of God, but I still find myself covered in blemishes.
God’s love is more powerful than any sin or fear we give ourselves over to.
What if, instead of thinking of purity as a sacrifice we do because it’s the “right thing”, we focused on the reward it brings?