Saturday, December 24, 2011

You Dropped the Soap



One Sunday night, I was out exploring in that old junk closet. You know the one? I had stored away stuff that I probably should have gotten rid of a long time ago, but for some selfish reason I had stored it away.

Well, while sorting through all of this stuff, I realized how much I enjoyed just milling around in it. I did not need this stuff, and would probably be ashamed if others knew I had it.

Later that evening when I came into the bathroom to clean up before bed, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was filthy from head to toe. (The light and mirror in this bathroom are excellent for showing you just how dirty you are.)

I was now fully aware that I was nasty, filthy dirty. I was so sorry for milling around in that junk. I was so upset with myself and I was so unclean.

I turned to the shower and immediately knew that I needed to be cleansed. So I hopped into the shower. The water felt so good to me. I picked up the soap to cleanse away the filth. (this soap is the best you have ever seen, it can clean away the dirtiest and most permanent looking stain with just a quick swipe)

As I was washing, I dropped the soap.

You dropped the soap! A voice shouted at me from outside the shower, “your shower is over, get out of the shower.”

I was tempted to listen to the voice and get out even though I was not yet clean. Anyway, who was this, that thought he could tell me to get out of the shower? I looked out but could not see anyone. But then…

You dropped the soap! Once again, a voice shouted at me from outside the shower, “your shower is over, get out of the shower.”

The authority in this voice almost made me get out of the shower. But thankfully I did not listen to that voice anymore. I simply picked up the soap and it cleansed me completely.

Immediately afterward, I called my Big Brother to come help me get rid of the junk in my closet. Did I tell you that I am adopted? My Father adopted me into his family just because I accepted the invitation from his Son, my Big Brother.

The symbolism in this story is purely intentional. It was created to help young people understand that if they sinned after they were saved, they did not have to give up.

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