One problem we've noticed in Italy, at least in Rome and Ariano, is that graffiti is quite rampant. We've seen it all over, including on the front of the Corps here in Ariano. This morning one of our tasks was to try to clean it up a little bit. We had considered painting, but the concern is that it would be a waste of time and money if the graffiti returns. So for today, we scrubbed. And we scrubbed. Eventually, we were able to get most of it off. But some stains just wouldn't come out.
Not to get all object-lessony, but as I was scrubbing, I couldn't help but think of the stains of sin that once were in my life. I think about how, no matter how hard I could scrub, I could never get them out. And yet no stain remains, because the blood of Christ cleanses completely, in a way I never could.
"Come now, let us reason together," says the Lord, "Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool." Isaiah 1:18
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