In recent days, I took the opportunity to open my mouth and insert my entire foot into it. I had misread a situation and made comments I should have kept to myself. And once those words were out, well, there was no way to get them back in.
I’ve written here before that my grandmother often said, “You just have to bite your tongue,” and if I had known when I was younger how much I needed to remember those words, I would have had them tattooed on my forehead.
It helps me that a well-known Bible teacher has written it isn’t a normal day unless she’s had to apologize several times.
It appears I’m having a good many normal days.
I’ve felt so bad about my comments. Yes, I know God forgives me, but I have trouble letting go. I’m assuming I’m not the only one who has a lapse like this, so maybe you face this struggle as well.
On this upcoming third Sunday in Advent, we’ll be lighting the candle of joy. God is reminding me that Jesus came to give us joy despite our failures and blunders. We don’t have to drag them around like a sack of rocks. Yes, there are always consequences to sin, but shame and guilt are not part of that equation when we’ve confessed our sins and asked forgiveness.
The words of Charles Wesley’s Advent Hymn remind us of this:
Come, thou long expected Jesus, born to set thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us, let us find our rest in thee.
Israel’s strength and consolation, hope of all the earth thou art;
Dear desire of every nation, joy of every longing heart.
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