Wash away all my iniquity
and cleanse me from my sin.
For I know my transgressions,
and my sin is always before me.
Psalm 51:2-3

Sometimes I wish I could be drenched thoroughly when I’ve gotten myself completely covered with muck–muddy hands, dirty feet, smudged face, soiled soul. It takes work, but I can remove all the signs of griminess on the surface.

Yet when I look in the mirror, I can see everything that desperately needs spiritual soap–now.  It is under the surface, harder to reach with soap, so I act helpless to do anything about it.
Maybe tomorrow…

People can be pretty effective at hiding the problems in their lives, even from themselves. However, in the clinical work I did for decades, it wasn’t always so easy to conceal. 

Patients came to inpatient detox because they had hit bottom in every way, so they are forced to confront the troubles that brought them there. I cared for people who had sold themselves, sold others, abandoned spouses as well as their own children, murdered others and tried to murder themselves. They come in so grimy, it is hard to even see their skin. They cry out for cleansing, for forgiveness, for healing. 

Sometimes they willingly submit to that wash cycle, yet sometimes the scrubbing that is the detox process is just too physically hard and painful despite all my efforts to ease it. They can’t handle it and leave before they are truly clean.
Maybe tomorrow.

I grieved for them when that happened.

Not once must I forget that their sin, ever so much more obvious,  is no greater than mine–we are all tainted goods. Our only hope is the Lord holding onto us tightly over holy waters to make sure we’re scrubbed until we shine: a true cleansing baptism.

Not tomorrow.

Today.

This year’s Barnstorming Lenten theme is Ephesians 3:9:

…to bring to light for everyone what is the plan of the mystery hidden for ages in God, who created all things…

Lyrics by David Wilton

Wash me clean
In the warm sun dry me
Cleanse my heart
From all iniquity
Baptize me
In the Holy Spirit sea
Renew my mind
That wickedness may flee

Barren fields will sprout trees
Deaf and blind will hear and see
Dead will raise and begin to breathe

Restore my soul
Holy Spirit take hold
Bathe me in
Your peace and let it flow
Grant me hope
In the dark have Your light shown
Sing Your love
The sweetest song I’ve ever known

Earth groans in pain to see
Sons of God declare to be
The full and glorious family