When I was four years old, we used to go to the mountains of Georgia to visit my great-grandfather. Papa lived in a small concrete home that didn’t have heat. Now that I think about it, I honestly don’t think I remember indoor plumbing either. It’s possible. I just don’t remember. Mostly I remember always being very cold – and we went to see him in the summer. 🙂
I loved visiting him because he had a freezing cold mountain creek, two trout ponds on the property with lots of trees and a really great wooden swing.
I also remember being terrified of the trip going up the mountain because it was a narrow dirt road that only had room for one car. We always prayed that we wouldn’t see another car on the trip up because that meant there was literally no room for one of us to go, so someone would have to put it in reverse and travel to the nearest driveway, which was sometimes miles away. SCARY!
But, the one thing I remember the most about my trips up the mountain was the stones we would see. Papa would give us these beautiful stones he found and polished. They were so vibrantly colorful and smooth. I had never felt anything like them before. The texture, or lack of it, mesmerized me. I would sit and rub it over and over.
As I have grown as a Christian and read different scriptures throughout my walk, I am always reminded of those stones whenever I read these verses:
Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself for her, that He might sanctify and cleanse her with the washing of water of the word, that He might present her to Himself a glorious church, not having spot or wrinkle or any such thing, but that she should be holy and without blemish. Ephesians 5: 25 – 27
Now, while these scriptures contain several directives for husbands, I want to focus on “cleansing her by the washing of the word.”
Let’s go back and think about the stones that Papa would give to me when I was a child. First of all, some of the stones came out of the creek. The water rushed over and over the stones, especially after a rain storm. This continued for hundreds, maybe even thousands of years. As the water washed over the rocks, the jagged, rough edges became more smooth.
I can only imagine Papa going for his daily walks when a sparkle or a glimmer of color caught his eye in the creek-bed. Maybe he bent over, picked it up and put it in his pocket. Once he got home, he put the rock in his tumbler and again the washing and the water-work continued; rounding off the final edges and polishing the finished work, until the stone was completely smooth. It’s a beautiful picture of the love of a father/grandfather.
Let’s use this illustration as a metaphor for our lives. Don’t we all have such rough places that only the words Jesus speaks can eliminate? I know I do. He has been smoothing me out all of my life. (And He still has a long way to go, but that’s okay.) Now, let’s think about this. The word of God is referenced in these scriptures as water. What if we could help wash each other as husbands and wives by reading the scriptures to one another? What if by taking the time to do this we became smoother and our rough spots were being washed away? Wouldn’t that be a beautiful picture of the love of a Father too?
Today I want to encourage you to take the time to BeLoved Completely and as you do, let Jesus wash you with the words that He speaks. Then, talk to Him about beginning a time with your spouse where you can simply read scripture to one another. I believe you will grow together in untold ways.