When Daniel was a little boy, he’d follow the garbage truck through the neighborhood as it stopped at each home on Tuesday morning. The garbage man would jump off the truck, hoist the 50-gallon can of weekly trash onto his shoulder, dump it into the back of the truck, then Daniel would follow to the next house and repeat the process. Many times Daniel would come home with the things others had thrown away; a pocketknife, a chipped coffee cup, or a rusty lock. Trash to others was treasure to Daniel.
Despite being very well paid, there must be a degree of humility in picking up other people’s trash. The garbage man is at work before dawn picking up the rubbish others toss, then drives around all day in unbearable stench. He removes a week’s worth of garbage at a time from each and every house.
In a sense, each week we choose to set ourselves free of burdens in the can we leave at the curb. If only we had a garbage man to come along and pick up our load of worries, unwanted messes, leftover emotional grime, and sin-riddled struggles. If only life’s guilt, regret, and ugly memories could be tossed in a giant plastic bin and left on the side of the street for someone else to remove. If only bitterness and fear were that easily disposed of.
The moment we trust in Jesus, the Father removes all the junk from our lives. All the trash associated with sin is dumped and is replaced with grace, mercy, love, and healing in Him.
Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows. Yet we esteemed Him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But He was wounded for our transgressions. He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed (Isaiah 53:4-5).
Our sin was set upon Jesus’ shoulders in one great sacrificial act; His blood cleansing us from all unrighteousness once and for all.
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