"Scarlet"
Sometimes I feel like I live in a
world where everything is black and white except for my sins: they are scarlet.
Everyone can see them, people’s attention is drawn to them, because they are so
stark and obvious. I imagine the black and white world is staring, wide eyed,
amazed at my inability to conceal the blood-red disease that is my nature. The
rest of the world must disdain me for my imperfections. Why can’t sin be beige
or something less garish, less in-your-face, less loud, more subtle and able to
slip by unnoticed?
The truth is, it’s my perceptions
that are off. The world is not black and white. We are all scarlet, crimson
with guilt. I don’t stand out because of my sin. If anything, it lets me blend
in.
But there is something else scarlet
that changes this picture. The blood of my Savior, Jesus Christ, that was
spilled on the ground as He hung on a tree. He poured out His scarlet to set
his crimson world free. It’s only through His shade of red that I have a chance
to let mine fade, not just fade but be utterly erased, wiped from the memory of
the eternal God, thanks to His eternal love for me, a small part of His Bride
to be. A Bride whose only tinge of scarlet will be the glow in her cheeks as
she glimpses her Groom, the King of Kings, who has made her clean and clothed
her in white from the inside out.
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