4:32AM: I was startled from my blissful slumber to the tiny little voice of our four-year-old son standing next to our bed. He was soaking wet, the victim of a failed attempt to get him sleeping through the night diaper-free. Some nights he crosses that finish line. This night, not so much.
I sent him to our bathroom, instructed him to remove the wet pajamas, and then headed off through the dark to his bedroom to retrieve some dry ones. Just a few groggy moments later, I returned to find a skinny, soaked, and completely naked little boy shivering miserably on the freezing tile of the bathroom floor. It was pitiful.
I quickly dressed him, gathered him in my arms, and returned us both to the down-comforted warmth of my bed. Snuggled firmly between my wife, me, and our 4 pound Yorkie named Buzz, we all slowly drifted back to sleep. All was right with the world again.
But I can’t forget the heartbreaking image I returned to find in our cold, dark bathroom that night. It reminded me of…me.
“You say, ‘I am rich. I have everything I want. I don’t need a thing!’ And you don’t realize that you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked. So I advise you to buy gold from me—gold that has been purified by fire. Then you will be rich. Also buy white garments from me so you will not be shamed by your nakedness, and ointment for your eyes so you will be able to see.” (Rev. 3:17-18 NLT)
We’re good at trying to clothe ourselves. We’re tough. Rich. Smart. Religious. Self-confident. Educated. Put together. Relationally savvy. Pick your preferred brand of “clothing.”
But all too often these are just facades we manufacture to mask our need for Someone bigger than us to enter the garment-making business. Underneath it all, we’re just as pitiful as my shivering, naked, four year old son standing on a cold tile floor in the middle of the night, waiting for Daddy to return with dry pajamas.
I wonder what God is waiting to do if we just admit it?