A thrillingly daring jump from a swing resulted in one of my more embarrassing childhood moments. The jump culminated in triumph yet my shorts did not accompany me in my victory. I looked up and saw them hanging from the swing! Nothing shocks the mind quite like realizing one’s exposed their undergarments. I clutched my torn shorts around my waist for the mile walk home.
Exposure evokes two responses. Well, probably not only two but today I’m reminded of just two. Fear and hope. Either I know I’m doing wrong and I hide from and fear exposure. Or, I practice truth and I seek, actually seek, exposure. “Why, oh why would I want to be exposed?” my soul screams out as visions of annual check ups complete with fluorescent lighting flash through my mind.
But something resonates with John’s words. For meaning. I love the word my Bible uses…wrought. Something beautiful created with skill and diligence and forethought in the depth of a skilled craftsman’s workshop. Wrought in God. To see my life’s work emerge from the mist of the everyday as having been wrought in God.
Ok! Now I actually want to be exposed! I want the sharp light of God and I want to see how He’s creating something beautiful and with purpose because it sure is hard for me to see sometimes. Meaning! My life wrought in Him? Sounds like something I need to know on those days that feel more like a wet lump of clay spinning on an untended potter’s wheel.
It feels good to be inspired to come before God like this. To be exposed in my misdeeds feels a little more frightening. But, a close read makes me think John is talking about God exposing my misdeeds and my deeds–the whole package–when He shines the light on my life. Somehow, He takes it all and wroughts something with purpose. I don’t know how but I’m willing to come.