Remove the tarnish

My front door was being painted, and the door knocker had been removed. It occurred to me to clean it with some brass polish I had purchased recently. As I rubbed, remembering times I had tried unsuccessfully to shine it with other cleansers, I was amazed to see the original finish start to emerge. I had thought it was hopelessly weathered.

How often have we thought a situation was beyond hope, beyond repair? Have we simply given up when a problem has seemed difficult, allowing an accumulation of fear and discouragement to impede healing? Just as the shiny knocker was actually there beneath the layers of grime, so our perfect selfhood, created in God's likeness, is here all the time, in spite of what appearances might suggest.

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