Washed white as toe

September 13, 2017 at 6:00 AM

red-nail-polish-on-hands.jpgSometimes you need some extra-strength nail polish remover for the most ugly of nail jobs. We have a sin-remover in our lives, too.

Washed white as toe

By Dan Breen

It’s not every day you thank the Lord for a good bottle of nail polish remover.

On a recent night I found myself single-parenting for a couple hours while my wife attended a women’s Bible study at church. As entertainment, my daughters — ages 6 and 8 — proposed an evening of in-home manicures and pedicures. Every dad’s dream to be sure.

I politely excused myself from this predictably messy venture to attend to our 10-month-old son who had produced his own messy venture. One thing led to another and I forgot about the salon party downstairs. What could possibly go wrong with two unsupervised children, paint and a canvas of imagination?

The beauty school queens emerged some 20 minutes later, but not with the delightful pleasure you’d expect from their newfound vanity.

I’ve never been in a nail salon myself — much less received a manicure — but I envision the work performed in such establishments to be quite different than the neo-masterpiece now before of me. The best description I can provide is that it appeared every digit on their body had been submerged in a Sam’s Club-sized bottle of white-out. There was twice as much nail polish on their skin as the nails. It was a disaster of epic proportions.

The elder daughter, and primary Picasso, was so visibly ashamed of her sullied efforts that she walked outside, buried her head against the trunk of a tree and began watering it with her tears. I made the decision to observe from afar as my younger daughter put a consoling arm around the elder. But the olive branch of compassion proved unfruitful. She needed her father’s comfort.

The shame, disappointment and embarrassment on her face were noticeable. As I held her baby brother in one arm, I wrapped my other arm around her. I told her mistakes happen and that it was OK, and that I was going to introduce her to a magical product known as nail polish remover.

Don’t we all need a Father to come alongside us, too? A father with a capital “F.” Each day we do things we regret. We miss the mark. We get dirty. And unfortunately, it’s not just our fingers, it’s our sinful hearts.

We’re told in Romans 3:23 that “all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” What a downer. Or it could have been, had Christ not swooped in with the most redemptive, blemish-removing plan ever orchestrated. “For Christ also suffered once for sins, the righteous for the unrighteous, to bring you to God.” 1 Peter 3:18.

Despite our shortcomings, the Savior wraps his loving arms around us and tells us it’s OK. We’re extremely blessed in the Luke Society to have directors that share this redemptive message each day. They know nothing is more pure or cleans more thoroughly than the blood of the Lamb. Remember to pray for these directors as they introduce the redemptive Gospel message to their patients. Pray that Good News would fall on fertile soil.


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