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The joy of repentance

“I acknowledged my sin to you, and I did not cover my iniquity; I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the Lord,” and you forgave the iniquity of my sin. Selah” (Psalm 32:5, ESV)

Raise your hand if you love repentance! ...right, not too many hands I'm guessing. But you should love it.*

You should love it just like you love the doctor's and dentist's offices. Wait, you don't love those either? What's wrong with you?!**

Loving things like this has everything to do with the right perspective, doesn't it? The wrong (and common) perspective focuses on what we don't enjoy while forgetting what we gain.

The doctor's office isn't merely a series of sanitized waiting rooms with old magazines on hand. It's actually the place where debilitating medical conditions can be defeated.

The dentist's office isn't merely an interrogation room with a hypersonic water needle of terror. It's the place that ensures I can continue eating, which I must admit I am fond of.

Repentance begins with the unveiling of my scarred and abused soul, but repentance ends with that same soul made whole again.

The divine physician knows no disease so filthy that he cannot cleanse it. He knows no soul so broken that he cannot restore it.

Have you made the trip to see the divine physician lately? 


*Disclaimer: Author prefers other people repenting rather than repenting himself.
** Disclaimer 2: Author totally feels you.

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