"Dirt is dirt and we've all got it no matter where we come from. I'm not sure Christ sees one kind of dirt as dirtier than the other. One thing is for sure: His blood is able to bleach any stain left by any kind of dirt." Beth Moore
I saw this quote on my facebook page last week. I read it and then read it again and then I wrote it down. As I continued to reread it the memory of me washing the kids hands in Zambia came to mind. My three kids love to play outside, especially at my parents house out in the country, and they can get all kinds of dirty when they are out there all day. The kids in Zambia are no different, in fact they are probably more dirty than my kids. When it came time to eat in the village the kids would line up to have their hands washed. I was given a bar of soap and one by one I rubbed their precious little, dirty hands with that bar of soap. Then someone else would rinse their hands by pouring a pitcher of water over them. It never mattered how dirty their hands were the soap and water cleaned all of the dirt off every time.
Some people might say that Zambian dirt is different than Texas dirt, and it might have a different texture even, but dirt is dirt no matter which side of the world you are on. Christ looks at those Zambian babies the same as He looks at my babies; He looks at all people the same. The soap in America may be different than the soap in Zambia but both still do the same thing, clean. The same Jesus that loves Americans loves Zambians. The same blood of Christ that was shed for Americans was also shed for Zambians. That same blood bleaches all of us the same way no matter what kind of dirt is on our skin, there is not a better type of dirt or sin, they are all the same in Christ's eyes.
Even though I have used Americans and Zambians in my thoughts it is not limited to just those people, in fact there is no limit on Jesus' blood for anyone.
God Bless,
Denissa
www.luyando.org
I saw this quote on my facebook page last week. I read it and then read it again and then I wrote it down. As I continued to reread it the memory of me washing the kids hands in Zambia came to mind. My three kids love to play outside, especially at my parents house out in the country, and they can get all kinds of dirty when they are out there all day. The kids in Zambia are no different, in fact they are probably more dirty than my kids. When it came time to eat in the village the kids would line up to have their hands washed. I was given a bar of soap and one by one I rubbed their precious little, dirty hands with that bar of soap. Then someone else would rinse their hands by pouring a pitcher of water over them. It never mattered how dirty their hands were the soap and water cleaned all of the dirt off every time.
Some people might say that Zambian dirt is different than Texas dirt, and it might have a different texture even, but dirt is dirt no matter which side of the world you are on. Christ looks at those Zambian babies the same as He looks at my babies; He looks at all people the same. The soap in America may be different than the soap in Zambia but both still do the same thing, clean. The same Jesus that loves Americans loves Zambians. The same blood of Christ that was shed for Americans was also shed for Zambians. That same blood bleaches all of us the same way no matter what kind of dirt is on our skin, there is not a better type of dirt or sin, they are all the same in Christ's eyes.
Even though I have used Americans and Zambians in my thoughts it is not limited to just those people, in fact there is no limit on Jesus' blood for anyone.
God Bless,
Denissa
www.luyando.org
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