To stand before the throne of grace - what a privilege.
To stand before a King so rich in power and beauty, in love and grace is something reserved only for the elite. Only those beyond reproach in every way may come to enjoy the startlingly set-apart presence of the King of Ages.
In His presence there cannot be, must not be, any sort of blemish or fault - for He is perfect and His glory will not be diminished. In fact, we know His rule and power is constantly increasing. Of the increase of His government and peace there will be no end. What a ruler - you can see He is good even from this distance. His beauty and glory speak of His authority and goodness.
But as I look down I see that my garments are filthy - not with just a blotch of dirt, but completely marred with the fatigue and rawness of what it is to be essentially... human. Dare we enter into the presence of someone so mighty - dare we (even if we could) diminish His glory by bringing my dirty self into His beautiful presence?
I realise I am disqualified. But then I hear an invitation coming from the throne - the invitation to approach. To no longer observe from a distance, but to come up close. But still the problem remains. How can I enter into the presence of someone so immense, in my condition? Then I hear the assurance "I will wash you."
I want to die right there. What could be more mortifying than having a King this majestic washing someone like me? The struggle continues but then I decide that the promise of closeness to the King is too compelling to refuse, whether that means making a public display or not.
But as I step over the treshold of His presence... everything changes. I feel like I've had blinkers removed. I see the full consequences of my dirtiness. But again I look down and see beautiful white. I don't really know how it happened. I've changed. Probably at cost to the King - new garments cost something. But all I know is that He beckoned me, I stepped into it and he made up the difference between my being able to enter in and not. He did it. Yes, I guess I took a step. But even then, though I knew I wanted to approach, I also knew I was disqualified. I didn't know how I could enter, I just knew I wanted to. It was He who made the difference.
Now, when people remind me of how dirty I used to be, I don't get defensive. I know that it gives glory to this King to see the change in me. After all, He did it, not me. And the way I was doesn't disqualify me. I can come just as I am, and each time I add another stain to my whiteness, He removes it so I can come close. Closeness to the King is the best thing there is. Nothing tops it. To be close to someone so magnificent - what a privilege. And to know that He made it possible - what a debt.
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