By Rhoda Klein Miller
I let out a deep sigh at the sound of gushing water as soap suds rose around me. I was not sinking into a bubble bath but savouring a place even more relaxing – my local car wash.
The falling soot from smoke-choked skies obscuring my pearly paint isn’t the only reason I need to be here. This is a soothing sanctuary from the demands of the day. Permission granted to power down, remove my hands from the wheel and simply succumb to the lull of spray jet rhythms and waterfall view. An indulgence justified by the necessity of the chore.
Ever think of repentance, forgiveness, grace as indulgent necessities? Carrying around our grimy guilt, putrid pride and sticky shame is exhausting. Surrender with a humble confession leads to liberating relief and a deep cleaning of the soul. Isaiah writes “the Lord waits for you to come to him so he can show you His love and compassion. For the Lord is a faithful God. Blessed are those who wait for his help” (Is.30:18).
As the robotic arms tuck themselves into place a blaring alarm alerts me to prepare for transition. I pull out of the dripping garage and turn on the radio. Todd Agnew’s version of a classic hymn emphasizes my need for these divine appointments.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I’m found, was blind but now I see clearly
Hallelujah, grace like rain falls down on me
Hallelujah, and all my stains are washed away, they’re washed away
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