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Sin and Diapers

Our lives are like diapers.  Yep people, I went there.  For the past 3.5 years, I have been changing diapers.  As it is drawing to the end of my diapering days, I am noticing that I am more and more grateful that it is ending.  Lets think about it and break it down: 

We sin (pee and poop) in our lives.  If it isn’t taken care of, we start to sink.  Soon, no one wants to be around us.  Finally, (when we are old enough to, but still too young to potty train) we ask to be changed.  We seek out someone that will clean our dirty butts off and make us smell fresh again.  Inevitably we pee or poop (talking about sin here people, so STOP laughing), again and again, that diaper can be taken off by our parents and thrown into the diaper pail also.  If the diaper gets too full, it bursts (not a pretty sight!).  Alright – a pretty easy example to grasp the concept of right?

Well lets dig a little deeper.  Usually, we don’t allow our friends or just a stranger to change our diaper.  Usually, it is our parents that end up with diaper duty (or dooty…).  Just like we change our children’s diapers when they are young, Jesus comes and will change our spiritual diapers.  He will take it off and get rid of the smell, clean our lives and set us off afresh to live again.  Inevitably, we mess up again, but Jesus is right there, if we want him to, he will continue to change and clean our lives.  He will make sure that the diaper is off and out of the house. 

If we ask others to change our mess, then we could end up with our sin sitting somewhere that we don’t want it to be.  It could sit and fester in the diaper pail.  We might feel all clean and ready to tackle life again, but our house STINKS like urine.  People walk into where we live and it still smells like diaper.  If we trust others to help us and confess to them, and not to Jesus, they may put a diaper in the kitchen trash or leave it in a diaper pail that you hardly use anymore and it could really, really start to get a nasty odor to it. 

When we are young in Christ, we need the diapers, we are still learning that sin isn’t fun, it isn’t fun to sit and stink of sin.  As we grow older, we find that as we are sinning, we are able to bring it to Jesus, and sit on the toilet where He flushes it down in the septic or the sewer, not to be worried about again.  As we mature in Christ, we need to remember to deal with our sin as it is happening.  We need to confess and not sit there and stink up God’s house. 

Romans 3:23-24 “For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus.” 

Romans 2:10-11 “there is no one righteous, not even one; there is no one who understands, no one who seeks God.”

Romans 8: 1-2 “Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit of life set me free from the law of sin and death.”

Thank the Lord that, although we still sin, although we are still unrighteous, that we can come to the Father and He will set us free.  Thank God that we don’t have to live in diapers – that we can be toilet trained and our sins sent away.  Yes, I realize that I am not conventional.  I have never been a conventional type of gal.  I hope and pray that my sin isn’t stinking up the world.  That I can learn to go to Jesus before I sin and be sure to take it to Him. 

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