Baggage of the Past
Why do I drag my past unkindnesses, my failures, my selfish deeds, my regrets behind me, trailing like Medusa’s venomous snakes ready to poison any goodness I have acquired, any virtue I have practiced? Misfortune takes precedence, strangling my assets, swallowing any qualities that might alleviate my slips and slides. I hang on to the vices in my life, enlarging them into elephantine proportions, thinking all who pass by cannot miss my sullied character. Yet Jesus said, “Although your sins be red as scarlet I will wash you clean as snow.” Lord, strip away the deadly toxins that cloud my days, eradicate them forever – may your glory overshadow my shortcomings, and my r ighteousness shine through like the sun.