Snow White's Blush

Why have we allowed ourselves to lose our shame? What’s more, why are we proud to have no shame? What glory is there in it but the knowledge that we have been offered robes of white and yet choose to lounge in the revolting filth of our own creation?

Yes, I understand that “every saint has a past and every sinner has a future,” but when is it wise to revel in a past that withholds us from the promise of glory? Be it sexual sin or internal self-righteousness, Christians ought never to return to the slough from which they were rescued. Ought being the operative word. We struggle, we fall, we fail, but we ought not boast in falls or callous our hearts against the shame, lest we silence the voice of that “asphyxiating cloud” that so warmly whispers that we guard our hearts.

For to boast in sin is to tear down the brethren--for how hard is it to remain steadfast alone? To boast in sin is to reject the lost--for who seeks answers from one as lost as them? To boast in sin is to mock our salvation--for it is proof that precious pearls have been cast before swine. And I am a pig.

How often have I laid my palms at my King’s triumphal entry only to shout “crucify Him!” when the roar of the crowd swept me along?

Why do I not weep when my Savior is mocked---when I realize that I was the voice that mocked Him? I sin not even that grace might more abound, but simply because I seek to belong, because I want a story to tell, a moment to remember.

May I never let Snow White’s shocking blush fade from my face. Would that I be made unabashedly ashamed of my own unworthiness that I might seek to know the fullness of my Lord’s holiness and mercy. May the red of my shame burn brightly against the white of His cleansing purity, and may I always be granted the humility to fall at His divine feet in earnest repentance.

“My soul, bow down under a sense of your natural sinfulness, and worship your God. Admire the grace which saves you--the mercy which spares you--the love which pardons you!” - Charles Spurgeon