A lovely little parable about how shame stops us approaching God – and how foolish that is. Here’s an excerpt:
Too often, the person who has the King’s own seal on their head…one of those whose entrance into the Palace has been enabled by the King’s own blood…to often they listen to the Old Man of the Slums, and they turn around and leave…feeling that the King would be disappointed with them should they try to enter.
That little, weak, polluted old man is shame…and for the Christian, he has no right to keep us from the presence of God.
Go read the rest.