They sat down at Sam’s kitchen table. It was old; terribly old. Sam felt the sting of embarrassment as he glanced around his rundown apartment; God, on the other hand, appeared to be right at home. “Sorry about, well, you know” Sam grinned awkwardly, his shoulders raised, neck hidden and hands tucked deep into his trouser pockets. God seemed to be at a loss as to what Sam was alluding to, “What are you sorry for?” God asked. Sam led God around his apartment with his repentant eyes, “For my place being so, well, unclean.”
God smiled, that wild, unrestrained smile, and his eyes danced, captivating Sam, holding his attention; holding him. “You’re kidding, aren’t you?” God asked, “You’re place is clean”, God declared, “It’s great; I might even move in permanently if you ask me to!” God laughed, his eyes pulled Sam onto its dance floor, but Sam wasn’t dancing; he didn’t believe God, “Come on, you’re God, you’re not allowed to lie!” Sam blurted out, only half joking. God took no offence, rather, he seemed to enjoy the banter.
“You’re absolutely right Sam, that’s why when I call something ‘clean’, trust me, it’s clean! It doesn’t matter how often it’s been called ‘unclean’ in the past, the day I call something clean, guess what happens?” God’s eyes were drawing Sam to respond, “It becomes clean?” Sam sheepishly replied, “Exactly!” God triumphantly confirmed, evidently pleased with himself.
Sam glanced around his apartment once more. It was, in his opinion, still terribly unclean. Nothing seemed to be different; there was no sudden transformation, no new furniture, nothing looked any different; that annoyed Sam. He couldn’t let it go, he had to make a point, “I hate to break it to you God, but my apartment is still unclean; look around, nothing has changed.” God stared at Sam; his eyes embracing him, the smirk on his face intrigued Sam. God shook his head jovially as he laughed once more; he responded, “My boy, do you have eyes but fail to see?” The question puzzled Sam; what ever did that mean?
God took a moment to glance around, scratching the back of his head as he gathered his thoughts. He turned once more towards Sam and, with his swaggering grin returning, said, “Actually, contrary to what you believe, something profound has changed; something wonderfully profound!” God’s eyes started dancing around the room in approval until they united once again with Sam’s, he noticed Sam’s look of scepticism and questioned him once more, “You still can’t see it, can you?” God asked. Sam, in totally confusion, threw his hands up in surrender, “See what? I have no idea what you’re talking about!”
Despite Sam’s best effort to create tension, God’s desire for peace reigned. He drew near to Sam, placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder and, looking deeply into Sam’s eyes, opening up heaven for Sam to glimpse. It was only snapshot; a split second, but it was enough to change everything. A revelation awakened within Sam; a simple, glorious revelation had come to life as he listened to God utter the words, “Sam, stop focusing on how you see things, and allow yourself to recognise how I see things; If you allow yourself to see things from my perspective, then trust me, you’ll truly start to see!”
Sam’s jaw hung low, the choir sung triumphantly, the walls clapped with joy. The brass band erupted with songs of victory. The song of heaven played passionately as Sam glanced once more around his apartment; his dirty, old apartment. He smiled, amazed at the reality, “Wow, it really is clean!” he said. Sam’s spirit was awakened; his mind laughed at the irony of faith. (continue reading)
I love the part where God said" If you will allow yourself to see things from my perspective, you'll truly starts to see". If we will look at our self we are like filthy rugs, but because of Jesus finished work at the cross, His blood washed us clean as snow. Wow! God must have really really love us. Need we doubt Him anymore?