It Was For Us

It Was For Us

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In this season of required gaiety and cheer, we might not normally consider why Jesus came as a human infant. Ultimately, it was to resurrect, and before that was possible, he had to die. In between, he gave us lessons on how to live.

But in the midst of what life brings, the Psalmist cries, “Wash away all my evil and make me clean from my sin.” (Psalm 51:2 GNT)

For a long time, I thought this washing meant a once-for-all-time cleansing. I remember someone at a very conservative Bible camp decades ago saying, “These people believe once-saved-always saved, so where did the holes originate that their adolescent campers left in our bedroom doors?

With a few more decades of life behind me, this verb wash now conjures a long-term project, like the constant task of painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Workers keep at in all year long, finish their labor, and then start all over again.


What a monotonous job, eh? But our Maker seems able to handle this necessary task. Such intensity requires commitment, determination, focus, and confidence. Confidence? Yes, the washer must believe the job will one day culminate in satisfaction.

That gives me hope. Recently, I went through a low time, recalling how I treated someone who died years ago. There’s no way to make amends, and no excuse for my behavior. Oh, I try to make amends by living a better way now, and honoring her in my attitudes and actions, but sometimes guilt springs at me from the shadows and snarls,

“Remember what you did/failed to do?”

This image of God at work on my soul, continually washing me, helps. He understands I’m made of dust, and no thought, attitude, or action of mine surprises him. Really, the Advent and Christmas season offer realistic hope—in eternal love and unconditional acceptance that stooped to earth for us, we can face who we truly are.

What’s not to love about someone so steadfast? And what’s not “Christmasy” about this deep a love? As long as we live, the washing never ends.

Gail Kittleson About Gail Kittleson

Gail writes from rural Iowa, where she and her husband enjoy the seasonal changes—mostly—and their grandchildren. Her debut women's fiction, IN THIS TOGETHER, released in 2015, and her World War II novel is contracted for February, 2017. Gail facilitates writing and creativity workshops, and spends the winter months in the Arizona mountains. Find out more about her at her website.


  1. Good post, Gail. We are constantly needing cleansed, Gail, and so fortunate to have a God who never tires of doing it over and over!

    Have a Happy and Blessed New Year!

  2. You too, Patti. A God who never tires….yesss!!!!!!!

  3. Janet K Brown (@janetkbrowntx) says:

    Happy new year, Gail. I enjoyed your post.

  4. Thanks, Janet. May TX weather be kind to you in 2016!

  5. This is a beautiful reminder, Gail. I got to see the work on the bridge this past summer. It’s amazing as is God’s washing of us. Happy New Year.

  6. Sorry, Penny. This went into my SPAM. HOW did you get to work on the G Gate Bridge??? That must be novel fodder!!

  7. Wow – SEEING is novel fodder, too. Sorry I took it wrong, Penny.

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