He leads me in the paths of righteousness for His name sake. Psalm 23:3
One of the therapist where I work likes to organize potlucks. It’s simple, if you cook something than you get to share the meal with everyone. But, what if you don’t have your kitchen, like me? I’m not in my own kitchen, with my pots, pans and utensils right now. And they didn’t want store bought items. I had a problem. If I didn’t cook something I would be left out.
God’s planning a party, too. His will be much more impressive and we will see God! Not His works or words, but we’ll see Him! There’s only one hitch, the price of admission is somewhat steep. In order to join Him we much be righteous. Not good, not decent. Citizens of Heaven are righteous.
We are not righteous, not one of us. And God is always righteous in everything He does. If righteousness is the price to get into Heaven, what do we do about it? Carry a load of guilt? Many people do.
What if your spiritual baggage were visible? You know what we would see most of all? Suitcases of guilt. Bags bulging with binge, blowups and compromise. Look around, there may be someone you know dragging around decades of regrets for words or deeds they can’t take back.
So far in this series we’ve taken a look at the weight of weariness that pulls us down. Self-reliance that misleads us. Disappointments that discourage us. Anxiety that plagues us. But guilt? It consumes us.
So what do we do with it? We confess our needs to the Lord. Remember the potluck lunch? I talked with the woman and told her I couldn’t cook what was requested, explained my kitchen limitations and she had mercy on me. I purchased the potato salad at Hannaford and was part of the potluck. I felt great sitting with them knowing a good soul heard my plea. My contribution was a humble plea.
And because God hears our pleas, you’ll be given the same mercy and it will be better than my potluck! Jesus stood in our place and said, “Punish me for their mistakes.” And God did. Jesus died for the sins of all and gave us His righteousness.
The path to righteousness is narrow, winding trail up a steep hill. Calvary is the littered compost pile for guilt. Feel free to leave yours!