Easter Sunday, 5:43 a.m. I am angry. I am angry because someone didn’t clean up their mess on the counter in the kitchen. Jesus died on Friday. He was crucified. He was buried. Today He rose from the dead. Jesus is alive. And all I can think about is the mess on the counter in the kitchen.
It’s not my mess. I didn’t make the cookies.
On the kitchen counter is one bag of Gold Metal whole wheat flour, three dirty butter knives, one dirty teaspoon, one dirty bunny cookie cutter, one dirty rolling-pin, three dirty measuring cups, one dirty mixer, one dirty spatula, three bags of icing sugar, one dirty bottle of vanilla, one dirty jar of Grandma’s all natural Molasses, one dirty glass Pyrex measuring cup, and one dirty mixing bowl.
I woke up angry.
I am angry on Easter Sunday morning because of someone else’s mess. I want to leave the mess. I don’ t want to clean up after someone else. And when I lay in my bed this morning thinking about the mess on the counter, I thought, “He died to clean up my mess. I don’t deserve to have my mess cleaned up.”
Jesus died to clean up your mess. He died so you could be forgiven.
My life before Jesus was like the dirty kitchen counter. Dirty. My life after Jesus is like the clean kitchen counter. Clean. Forgiven.
If you declare with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.
It’s 6:28 a.m. I just finished cleaning the kitchen counter.
Hot water cleaned up the dried up cookie batter and icing on the kitchen counter. The blood of Jesus cleans up my messy life.
But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin.
1 John 1:7
I am forgiven.