Let's get you cleaned up

Growing up, my mom made a big deal about picture day, and dressed me in the best I had.  I’ll always remember 2nd grade. 

It had rained most of the day.  Leaving school, I slipped and fell into a mud puddle.  In my best clothes.  

The walk home was miserable.  I knew my mom would be furious.  The more I thought about it, the worse it got. 

So when she met me at the door and quietly said “let’s get you cleaned up,” I just stood there.  I was ready for the worst.  But that’s not what I got. 

The response we see from God in Sunday’s readings?  It’s kind of like that. 

More on this tomorrow.  Readings for Sunday