I live in a dirty place. You can’t imagine the dirt I deal with on a daily basis. When it “rains” it’s really just mud drops falling from the sky.
And I walk most places. (Traffic is horrific in this mega-city, so it’s usually faster just to walk.) Through dirt, dust and weird mud puddles created by someone’s cleaning buckets. And all this in sandals because it’s crazy hot.
Every part of me that is exposed to the air get really gross. My feet are coated in grime. My hands and face are gritty. For this extra clean girl it’s a nightmare.
So I wash. Continually. Went on a quick trip to the grocery store? Immediately after putting the groceries away (or at least the perishables) I wash my hands, feet and face. When I return from visiting a friend I wash my hands, feet and face. Over and over I wash so that I’ll feel clean. (Notice how I said “feel.” After all, I’m still wearing the grimy clothes.)
I like feeling clean. It’s like a weight has been lifted and I can face the rest of the day. I’m no longer tired and worn out – I’m clean!
How true this is for our hearts as well. What if I took five minutes to check in with Jesus about the state of my heart every time I washed my feet? What if I was as concerned about repentance and being holy as I am with having a washed face?
What if my inside was cleaner than my outside?
What if we all committed to cleaning our hearts every day?
We could and would change the world.