A mother noticed that her daughter Nadine, who returned home on her first day of school, was quiet and uneasy. The mother asked her daughter, “Nadine, what are you thinking about?”
“I drew a picture of an apple on the blackboard”, answered Nadine. “Then I erased it with a brush. Where did it go?”
“It disappeared.”
“Where did it disappear?”
“It just vanished.”
“Yes, but where did it vanish?”
The conversation continued this way and the mother did not know how to explain the erasing of the drawing.
Likewise, our sins are listed in our life-record in heaven, but when Jesus Christ interferes and erases them with his precious blood they disappear. But how? That is what we cannot understand.
→ English translation of the story here at St-Takla.org: أين ذهب الرسم؟
My God, my sins have spoiled my life-record.
I have become unclean.
Wash me with Your blood to purify me.
Erase my sins with Your superior love.
But how?
I cannot understand.
What I know is that my life-record has become as white as snow!
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