bad bad bad

I was on the bus a few days ago, and two stops after I got on two children got on with their maid.
They were probably about 6 and 4, the girl with her blonde hair pinned in a neat bun and a pair of shorts over her pink leotard, and her little brother with really messy blonde curls.  The girl kicked her slippers off and they both hopped onto a seat and looked out of the window.

 Soon, I heard them saying

"Bad, bad, bad, bad..."

And I wondered what was happening. So I looked up, and realised that every time they spied a pedestrian from the bus window, they labelled him or her 'bad or good' (and mostly bad).

At first I was shocked because I wondered with what standard the children were judging the people - Race? Appearance? Was categorisation and judgement already so prevalent in children so young? And then I realised the children's actions was a mirror of sorts to the way our God would have seen us before we accepted the covering blood of Jesus Christ.

In the beginning, God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. (Genesis 1:31), but we turned away from God's Eden and pursued a path of sin. And so it was that all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God (Romans 3:23). God looked out of the window of heaven, and to everyone that went by he wept and said "Bad, bad, bad, bad..." and turned his face away.

And that is why why the atonement Jesus presented us with is so precious, because now every time God looks out the window he sees the redeemed man - he sees us for who we will be in heaven because Jesus has taken away the sating of death that is trapping, condemning sin.

Thank you God for your little reminders of your grace every day.