Whole Again
We've all heard the hymn. At least the first verse. "What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus. What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus. O precious is the flow that makes me white as snow. No other fount I know. Nothing but the blood of Jesus." We sang this beautiful truth at church this morning and I felt my lips curl up into a grin when I sang the words "whole again." I could not help but be overcome at the thought that Jesus makes me whole. I've been thinking about it all day. Whole again. Whole. An adjective I never would have dreamed could be used to describe me has been ascribed to me by my Father through his Son, my intercessor and Savior. I was sitting in the passenger's seat after eating lunch an hour or so after church and I thought, I can't believe I turned out this way. I often describe myself as having self-destructive tendencies. I could look back on my life and quickly give a ...