I remember school days. I loved the smell of a working eraser, but I never liked the fact that it didn’t quite erase everything if the mistake was hard on paper. You could always still make out the mistake even after you erased and erased and erased and created that wonderful rubber smell. And if you erased too much, your Big Chief paper would tear, and then the mistake was even more glaringly evident.
There’s a lesson in there.
That’s the way we are as people in this world. We mistake. We try to correct our mistake. We attempt to cover our mistake. We sometimes, many times, fail in our elementary attempts. And those who see our “work” can see right through our attempts to erase our big, heavy, black-marked, fat pencil mistakes.
I love that God doesn’t use an eraser to wipe out our mistakes. He’s more of a Big Chief tablet ripper-outer. Fresh page, new beginning, try again. What mistake? I don’t see any mistakes. Or in 21st century speak, He’s partial to the delete key. The delete key that comes after the “Are you sure you want to delete this?” box.
I am grateful that He forgives my mistakes and forgets them.
I am grateful for Psalm 103:
God is sheer mercy and grace;
not easily angered, he’s rich in love.
He doesn’t endlessly nag and scold,
nor hold grudges forever.
He doesn’t treat us as our sins deserve,
nor pay us back in full for our wrongs.
As high as heaven is over the earth,
so strong is his love to those who fear him.
And as far as sunrise is from sunset,
he has separated us from our sins.
And I am grateful for Delores, who needed a computer eraser today on Facebook and inspired my brain to think about God and the delete key.