Fine Irish Whiskey

Right now I find myself struggling once again with accepting and knowing I am forgiven. I am starting to embrace his love, and day by day I believe it more. But guilt over what I have done in the past still shows up some days. Thing is, I think I may be using guilt as an excuse. I mean, if I don't let go of guilt, I can use it when God moves my heart. I can say, "but God, I am still not good enough. Find someone more capable." I think I need to embrace an Isaiah experience. Standing before God, I admit I come from an unclean people. I scream out, "I am undone!" and watch as the blood pours and feel the coal burn my lips, heart, down to my very being. I hear the voice of Jesus whisper "Do no call unclean what I have made clean."

I am beginning to realize that when I hold on to my guilt, I am calling Jesus a liar and saying that the cross was worthless to me.

That is an intense revelation that I am having to let sink in slowly. In fact, all of these realizations and revelations of the past few weeks are like a fine Irish Whiskey. It can not be watered down with ice or soda. It must taken straight. You have have to sip, not chug. And, like fine whiskey, the warming glow of inebriation washes over me. The truth is intoxicating. I love it.