I walked up to the divine customer service counter, sure that my exchange wouldn’t go through. The items I held had lost their tags long ago, were far past the typical 90-day return policy cutoff, and they had signs of use.
I held them anyways, waiting my turn in line. The best I could hope for was getting rid of these. I doubt they’re worth any store credit, much less enough credit to get the things I want.
Let’s see here; I’ve got a garment of Anger, one of Bitterness, another of Pride. I’m wearing Anxiety (maybe I should have changed my clothes before I got here… how embarrassing).
And the things I want? Holiness, Forgiveness, Grace, Mercy, Humility, Peace… I would ask for more, but I think there might be a direct exchange program. I probably could give them my Fear and Shame, too.
As I should have expected, when my turn came (which was pretty instant), I didn’t even have to ask. Jesus, the ultimate service personnel, simply looks at me with compassion and love. I look down and realize that I’m not longer holding my long-expired, rags of attire. Instead, I’m clothed in all the things I wanted and more. Hey, that’s long-suffering – I didn’t even know I needed that!
He clothes me in his righteousness and reminds me to come back all the time – or maybe just stick around.
It’s a beautiful exchange.