Over the weekend I did some grocery shopping, and after I completed my purchase a longer than usual receipt was handed to me by the checkout clerk. I had just bought a few things, but the slim, white paper looked like I had just shopped for the Utah football team. She told me that there were some recalls listed on the receipt, and that if I had purchased any of the fruit listed, that I could bring it back for a refund.
I looked at the list and noticed it was for fruit that was sold before July 20. If I had bought some those peaches, plums or nectarines - which I hadn’t - I can’t imagine I would still have them, or that they would be good. Hence, why the need for a recall? If bought them and they were tainted then I am probably gasping for breath in some hospital.
Fruit, cars, children’s toys - it seems like “recall” is a constant word in our daily vocabulary. Recalls are for the defective, the unsafe, that which you don’t want anymore.
There are days I think my life should be on recall. My attitudes and actions seem to undermine who God wants me to be, and the Christian I long to become.
My heart seems so defective, and I wonder if others think I am, indeed, unsafe.
Saint Paula Frassinetti, a nun in the 19th century, said, “Don’t permit your miseries or defects to depress you. Rather, let them be steps by which you descend the deep mind where we find the precious gem of holy humility.”
Our defects can be reason for a greater growth toward the Lord. As Sister Fassinetti wisely points out, they should teach us humility. But our failures and warts should also open more to our need for the grace and mercy of Christ.
Thank God he doesn’t recall us, but patiently works in us, conforming us - sometimes ever so slowly - into the image of the Son.