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That Dirty Rag


Would you pick your one cedi note if it fell into a gutter? Probably not. 

Even if it was your last cedi? Most likely, you’d look at the gutter and the things floating in it, wrinkle your nose in disgust at the smell and let it go…even of it means you have to walk home. After all, even if you remove it, there’s nothing you can do to make it better.

Surely, you might reconsider if it was your phone, purse or wallet, but not that that dirty rag. That dirty rag which was once a clean white handkerchief. That dirty rag which in its lifetime had been used to wipe sweat, water, dirt, blood, your shoes and other things until it could no longer be recognized as a handkerchief. That once-white handkerchief which had turned some unidentifiable colour which you kept at the side of your bag for wiping your shoes.

Who would bend down to pick that not-too-valuable rag that had fallen into the disgusting, smelly gutter?
Only Jesus would. Only Jesus would do something that people would call mad, and pick that rag from the dirty gutter. Only Jesus would forget His respectability and nice clothes and bend down at the gutter, stretching His hand in for a handkerchief that had turned into a rag.

And only Jesus could make it the white handkerchief it once was by dipping it in His blood. All those people who the world looks at and says there is no more hope- all those people who have been so used, who have fallen so low, who are counted as nothing- only Jesus would risk all to reach to them and cleanse them in His blood and take their hurt and shame. After all, did He not die for them?

If you are that dirty rag which used to be a clean handkerchief, there’s hope for you. If you were once that dirty rag which Jesus redeemed, it’s time to spread the good news.


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This is an article I wrote for the APOSA-KNUST Editorial Board some years ago. To read more articles by this wonderful board, please visit  www.aposaknust.com  

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