Look! I will come like a thief! Blessed is the one who stays alert and does not lose his clothes so that he will not have to walk around naked and his shameful condition be seen. (Revelation 16:15)
My dothi is coming loose!
As I took my seat on the stage before hundreds of expectant brown faces at a women’s conference in India, the knot holding my man-skirt popped open. The prospect of going to the podium while my essential covering remained on the chair was troubling. During the longish introductions, I clutched the overlap of my dothi, and slipped offstage for repairs. Most of the ladies never realized how close we were to a foreign clothing train wreck.
In addition to a dothi, I also wear a white robe of righteousness. It covers my sin, because the tag on my robe reads, “Washed in 100% innocent blood.”
Revelation says, “They have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.” While he was on the cross, Jesus filled the washtub with the only agent that can clean sin from robes.
I pushed my filthy garment into the blood of Christ, and the stains lifted away. The brightness of his righteousness fused into each fiber. By the miracle of miracles, it was transformed into a radiant shroud that covers my dirt.
Now, the robe is my secret power. I slip it on and bounce through my days with the innocence of a child. I’m even made bold to live out some of the holiness with which I’m dressed. Nothing I’ve tried by my effort does what my robe does.
I’d be a fool to take my robe off, ever. If I attempt to go even a short while without it, like when I go to church or when I’m praying, Satan points at my guilt and mocks damnation at me. I mustn’t go anywhere at all in my shameful bare self.
Prayer: Jehovah Tsidkenu (The Lord Our Righteousness), save me from my many stains.