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What do you do when you have a stain on your clothes? Is your first response to try to hide it? Or do you quickly try to figure out what you need to do to remove it? As you research what will remove the stain, you discover that there is not one type of stain remover that works with every stain. Yes, there are stubborn stains that even you cannot remove.

As in the natural, when you've sinned against Me, you instantly try to figure out what to do in order to get rid of your guilt and shame. Your conscience will not let it go because it is My conviction to bring you into repentance. Why then do you try to cover it up or use penance to try to remove the stain? Do you not realize that the only way to remove the sin is to run quickly to the Cross? Why not humbly come and ask Jesus to apply His Blood to the stain? Good works and penance will not remove it.

There is nothing that you can ever do that has not already been paid in full by the Blood of My Son, for it thoroughly and completely removes each and every stain. When you have been washed in the Blood, I see a pure and spotless garment, the Bride of Christ without blemish or wrinkle. Therefore, run quickly to the only stain remover that you will ever need. Then share the good news of what I have done for you, and how I have cleansed you and made you white as snow! 

Malachi 3:2-4 The Message (MSG)

2-4 But who will be able to stand up to that coming? Who can survive his appearance?

He’ll be like white-hot fire from the smelter’s furnace. He’ll be like the strongest lye soap at the laundry. He’ll take his place as a refiner of silver, as a cleanser of dirty clothes. He’ll scrub the Levite priests clean, refine them like gold and silver, until they’re fit for God, fit to present offerings of righteousness. Then, and only then, will Judah and Jerusalem be fit and pleasing to God, as they used to be in the years long ago.

Psalm 51:7-15 The Message (MSG)

7-15 Soak me in your laundry and I’ll come out clean, scrub me and I’ll have a snow-white life.

Tune me in to foot-tapping songs, set these once-broken bones to dancing.

Don’t look too close for blemishes, give me a clean bill of health.

God, make a fresh start in me, shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life.

Don’t throw me out with the trash, or fail to breathe holiness in me.

Bring me back from gray exile, put a fresh wind in my sails!

Give me a job teaching rebels your ways so the lost can find their way home.

Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God, and I’ll sing anthems to your life-giving ways. Unbutton my lips, dear God; I’ll let loose with your praise.

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