An Open Window
ARTIFACT • DOVE
The dynamics of the cul-de-sac were changing. The circle of houses were being framed, a number even had plywood up, and one already had a garage door. One of the last farm pastures in town left to be converted, twelve families now anxiously awaited their new dwellings. The old kids on the block weren’t so patient. The massive maze of partially built structures provided the ultimate playing field for a myriad of neighborhood games. Graduating from the novitiate game of hide-and-seek, we engaged in an full fledged obstacle edition of ditch. Barely grazing raw lumber, we forcefully swerved in and out of the naked structures. The occasional splinter was a welcome badge of honor. I was in the lead, a rare opportunity as my brothers, and everyone else on the block for that matter, were significantly bigger, stronger, and faster than me. My middle brother, was gaining ground rapidly, clipping my heals. I remembered an open window, right past the hallway I just entered, and I hurdled through to the other side. Turning around, I could see my pursuer advancing. I took both hands, grabbed the window frame, and threw it closed just as my brother approached. The sound that proceeded from him at that moment was catalogued somewhere between a scream, a battle cry, and a velociraptor. When I slammed the window, I had smashed his fingers in the frame. Recognizing his pain, I opened the window, releasing him.
OVERWHELMED WITH GUILT, MY FIRST INSTINCT WAS TO RUN.
I took off as fast as I could, heading straight for our house. Rushing through the garage door, my mom in the kitchen, I blurted out my sin to her. If she was going to find out, I wanted her to hear if from me. The guilt I felt was a powerful force, and confessing my sin was the only remedy.
John’s clothes were made of camel’s hair, and he had a leather belt around his waist. His food was locusts and wild honey. People went out to him from Jerusalem and all Judea and the whole region of the Jordan. Confessing their sins, they were baptized by him in the Jordan River.
Matthew 3:4-6 NIV
Guilt is a gift, it points us in the direction of confessing sin. Today is an opportunity to pursue repentance, the kindness of Jesus welcoming you.