Some years ago I read about what Marybeth Whalen wrote: 'The painters painted the wall leading downstairs....A week later I discovered while the wall had been repainted, the habits hadn't changed. The kids still were dragging their dirty hands behind them, making what was white and clean, grey and dirty. Like that wall, if I'm not careful I can cover up what's there; wear the Christian t shirt, carry my Bible, smile like everything is great, and talk a good game about my walk with the Lord.
But deep inside the ugly old habits are... waiting to be revealed the moment life gets messy. I can become the modern day Pharisee who focuses on the white wash and ignore the dirty stuffs underneath.
