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If only life were a chalkboard. I could just take out the eraser and wipe my slate clean. I could clean up my messes almost instantly and feel so much better about myself. Take out the bad, leave the good and presto – the guy I have always wanted to be magically appears. Wouldn’t it be nice? Wouldn’t you do it if you could?

Unfortunately, life isn’t a chalkboard. Even if it were, though, there would not be enough time left in my life to erase the uncountable number of mistakes I have made along the way. Too, as I would begin such an endeavor, I think I would find my arm growing weary and my countenance slipping into despair as I come face to face with who I really am, the person I have kept hidden, obscured by a mask of pretense.

At some point I would probably hang my head in shame at the guy I know I would find on that chalkboard, toss the eraser in the garbage can and relinquish any presupposed right to anything good coming my way in life. Much like the apostle Paul, in my self-inflicted misery I would cry out, “Oh, what a miserable person I am! Who will free me from this life that is dominated by sin and death?” (Romans 7:24 NLT).

Each and every day I thank God for the matchless gift of love he freely poured out on me in Jesus Christ. For paying a price I could not pay that I might (though deserving of never seeing his face) one day to wake up and spend eternity in his glorious presence.

I thank God I don’t need an eraser – I met Jesus.