Have you thought about what you’re going to wear? After all, it is important. It’s not just another day. It really is the most important day you will ever have, more important than any earthly wedding or special event you will ever attend. You’ll surely want to be dressed appropriately. What day could it be? Why, the day you stand before the King!
So, what will you wear? You can only choose one, you know. You can’t have it both ways. You have to wear one – or the other. I’ve made my choice. I’m not going to stand there, dressed in robes of my own righteousness. I’m not going to go before the Maker of the universe, dressed in threads woven of my own efforts to be “good” in His sight. You see, I can’t, really. His standard of good is so much higher than my own - His standard is perfection. The garment I have tried to fit together just won’t hold up under His all-seeing, all-knowing gaze. He’d see the stains and smudges left by a thousand fits of selfishness. He’d see the seams pulled apart by pride, the fabric worn thin by lapses of truth and torn by gaps in faithfulness.
It’s not that I haven’t tried to fix the garment. Mainly, I’ve tried patching it up with excuses and explanations. I’ve also added the decorative trim, the elegant brocade, of good works. But the funny thing is, the excuses and explanations just don’t smell right. Actually, they stink. And the brocade, though outwardly lovely, doesn’t smell right, either. I think it has to do with the underlying motivation for these so-called good works. I’m sure they would never get past His unfailing nose.
Not only that, but the garment is downright heavy! It pulls on my shoulders until I can't stand up straight. It must be weighed down with shame and guilt. No, they just won’t do, these heavy, filthy, smelly rags of my own making.
Yet I want to stand before Him on that very special day wrapped in a clean and beautiful white robe of righteousness. I want to stand before the King in beauty and perfection. I want to hear Him say, “My bride!” not, “Where are your wedding garments?” But how is that possible, you ask. Where would I get such a garment? Admittedly, it could not come from me. I will wear it, even so, because the very Creator of all has given it to me already. He has given it freely, it’s a gift of His love, His grace and His own doing.
My Creator, My Father, God, made this fine and beautiful white robe for me. He wove it out of the fabric of His love, and knit it together in forgiveness. And even when He put it on my shoulders, it was not defiled by the dirt of my sin – rather, it became whiter than snow. He dipped it in the blood of His own son, just to make sure it would. This blood actually washed away my guilty stains – and here, you see, is the unimaginably costly price my Father, God, paid to dress me so finely. It cost Him dearly – in the suffering and death of His own Son, Jesus Christ. And so, you see, I will stand before Him on that day, clothed in this perfect white robe of righteousness, completely beautiful in His sight.
So, what will you wear? Your own good works? Or will you allow God to wash the stain of your sin away in the blood of the Lamb? Will you allow Him to place upon your shoulders a beautiful white robe of righteousness? He loves you, therefore He asks you to repent, and receive the forgiveness He so longs to give you.
1 Peter 1:17 – 19
If you address as Father the One who impartially judges according to each one's work, conduct yourselves in fear during the time of your stay on earth; knowing that you were not redeemed with perishable things like silver or gold from your futile way of life inherited from your forefathers, but with precious blood, as of a lamb unblemished and spotless, the blood of Christ.
He who overcomes shall thus be clothed in white garments, and I will not erase his name from the book of life, and I will confess his name before my Father, and before His angels.
Matthew 22:11 – 12
But when the king came in to look over the dinner guests, he saw a man there who was not dressed in wedding clothes, and he said to him, 'Friend, how did you come in here without wedding clothes?' And the man was speechless.
All scriptures are NASB.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
Read more articles by Sherri Ward or search for articles on the same topic or others.