My Eraser Isn’t Magic
I didn’t always drink coffee, but once my sister-in-law introduced me to flavored creamer, I was hooked. Over the years, living in Texas and enduring some intense heat, I discovered I like cold coffee…with my favorite creamer. But brewing it hot and then putting it over ice was no good…that was just watered down coffee. So, I grabbed an old Tupperware pitcher and began refrigerating a freshly brewed pot of coffee, so that when I wanted coffee, it was already cold and ready to take on a cup of ice. The only problem was how the pitcher would stain…you know…the same way your leftover spaghetti will ruin your Rubbermaid containers. I washed it, tried putting it in the dishwasher, but it still looked dingy. One day, while rinsing out the pitcher, I wondered if my Mr. Clean Magic Eraser would take off the stain. I don’t know if you’ve ever used them, but there truly is something magical about how they work. I made one swipe inside that pitcher and WHAM…where the sponge had touched, the pitcher was crystal clean.
How many times in life do we try to clean up our messes with the products and methods that the world offers? We build up our own layer of filth and stain, and we desperately try to erase or cover up our iniquities, but usually to no avail…like my coffee pitcher. Until one day, we get a revelation that there’s something we haven’t tried yet…what’s it called? Yeah, that magic thingy that no one knows how it works but it does? Well, that thingy is Jesus and He’s not magic, He’s majestic…He’s God.
Maybe if my magic eraser had been more out in the open, I would have thought to try it sooner, but I keep a box of them under my sink. In our daily lives, if we don’t keep Jesus front and center, we might forget that He’s there for us to call on Him, there to rescue us from our dilemmas. Out of sight, out of mind.
Hebrews 9:22 (NLT) “The Law says that almost everything is made clean by blood.” Jesus represents the blood, meaning we are made clean by the blood He shed for us on the cross. To this day, I have no idea what’s inside that little white sponge that can do what others can’t, nor can I explain how the crimson blood of Jesus can wash us pure as snow when nothing else can. I don’t pretend to understand why we continue to try every remedy claiming to have superior power when the power of Jesus renders all other power useless. Don’t wait until you’ve tried everything else and everything else has failed. Take Jesus out of the box and next time, go to Him first.