“It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick… For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.”
Matthew 9:12-13
For the Sick. For the Unclean. For the Lost.
I wasn’t ready. Before He came to rescue me, people did their best to get me to come to Him, but I was never quite ready. For some reason I thought I needed to clean up my life first. Ha. As though.
I could have scrubbed for a decade and still would not have been clean enough to stand in the presence of God.
Only blood can make us clean and only one blood at that. The blood of Jesus has more power to cleanse us than 10,000 years of doing good things ever could.
He came for me because I was not righteous. Because I was sin-stained through and through, sick as a dog from my guilt and shame. He came for me because I had no way out on my own.
He saw me. Had compassion on me. Loved my whole broken self.
He didn’t come for the good girl I thought I needed to be. He didn’t come for the girl that dressed right and talked right and knew how to behave herself.
He came for the broken me.
And He still comes for me and this is the truth I need with every sunrise. He has cleansed me and He is cleansing me. He has forgiven me and He is still forgiving me. He has freed me and He is still freeing me.
Because He still loves me. He still chooses me. He still has compassion for me.
And for you.
Karla Jo Wasion 