Carry a load of guilt? So many do. If our spiritual baggage were visible, you know what you’d see? Suitcases of guilt, bulging with binges, blowups, and compromises. The kid with the baggy jeans and the nose ring? He’d give anything to retract the words he said to his mother, but he can’t. So he tows them along. The woman in the business suit? Looks like she could run for Senator. She can’t run at all, not hauling that carpet bag wherever she goes.
So what do we do? In Psalm 23:3, David said it like this: “He leads me in the paths of righteousness.” The path of righteousness. A narrow, winding trail up a steep hill. At the top is a cross. At the base of the cross are bags, countless bags full of innumerable sins. Calvary is the compost pile for guilt. Would you like to leave yours there as well?
