When you need to clean up a spill, what do you reach for? You grab a rag. You don’t clean up a mess with a gold ring. There are times when only a rag will do — to clean up an oil spill, broken eggs, or even a puppy’s accident.
How many times do I want to be a brilliant diamond trying to do the job of a scrap of cloth?
A rag does what it’s user asks of it, no matter what the task. And when the job is done, the rag gets tossed into a corner, out of sight, and idle until its master has need of it again.
Can I be the Lord’s dirty rag? Can I respond willingly? Can I stay put?
Isaiah 64 says that all our righteous acts are but filthy rags. Our best efforts compared to God are nothing. But when his strong hand picks me up, I am useful.
To clean, restore, luster… or even bandage a wound.
Let me be your hand rag Lord. Use me as you will.
And when the time comes you will cleanse me and ring out all the dampness.
By your hand, I will be white as snow again.