The Red Dining Room


My wife and I were thrilled to learn that our youngest son had been accepted in the Radiology residency program at our local medical school. He has not lived in the same city with us since he left for college over 9 years ago. Four years of college, then five in medical school have really made us miss him. What is so awesome is that he now has a wonderful, beautiful, Christian wife and the most precious, beautiful baby girl (8 mos) on the planet. All the more reason for excitement about the move home – at least for five years.

The good news is – they found a lovely house to buy. The not-as-good news is – they wanted to paint all the rooms and redo all the ceilings. As you may already know, this entails manual labor….plenty of manual labor. Everyone pitched in, and it all got done, and no one was injured in the process.

As I was painting the walls in their dining room (one of three coats), I felt as if God was speaking to me about the remodeling job He did on me (and on us). You see, I was painting a great shade of crimson red on the walls, and I had to take great care not to spill it on the carpet (even though we had a tarp), or bleed it over unto the ceiling (even though we had painter’s tape), and make sure I got a good, thick coat on the walls and that it covered the old paint color very well. My assignment was basically to completely cover the old discolored walls and leave only the new, beautiful red all around.

God gently reminded me that He created such an assignment for Himself once. He saw the old, discolored “walls” of our heart that had been stained by sin – and decided that something must be done. Instead of paint in a five gallon bucket though, He chose to use the blood of His own son to cover our walls.

Our sin would not do. Our sin kept Him from intimate fellowship with His beloved children. We were separated from Him, and He didn’t like that. He also knew that no store-bought house paint would adequately cover the horrible shade of sin that covered our hearts. So He chose to do whatever it took to forever cover those stains and provide us a brand new room (heart).

With nearly every roll of my roller, and every sweep of my crimson covered brush, I was thankful for the crimson blood from His own Son that covers my dirty walls, and dries, once and for all, as a permanent reminder that I am a new creation, completely and totally forgiven and set free from the old stains that covered my life. From that day forward, whenever God looks upon my life, He sees a beautiful crimson red instead of the horrible colors left by sin and shame.

I was honestly glad when the painting was over, but I am thankful for the reminder of the “paint” that forever covers me and makes me a brand new creature in Christ.

“My chains are gone; I’ve been set free. My God, My Savior, has ransomed me.

And like a flood, His mercy reigns. Unending love. Amazing grace.” – Chris Tomlin (My Chains Are Gone)

So thankful,