Mistake

 

I have been working on my biscuit making skills for the past month.  It is tedious because I must eat my mistakes.  I have been improving, but my biscuits have not.  Friday morning, I felt rather confident, until I realized that I used the same measuring cup twice: The half-cup measuring cup was unused on the counter.  Then I realized that I had added one cup of flour AND one cup of milk instead of one-half cup of milk.  Oops.  I quickly added more flour to compensate, but forgot to add more baking powder, more salt, more sugar, and more butter to compensate for the added flour.  The biscuits were palatable, but just barely.  Hey, in life when we fail the dear Lord, we try to compensate.  But when we do, we fail miserably.  Our good works just don’t compensate for the sacrificial blood of Jesus Christ.  Our best-that-we-can-do works can’t compare to the perfect blood of Jesus Christ.  Not even close.  Isaiah 1:18, “Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.”  I would have been better off to throw away my missmixed batter than to try to compensate.  Let’s just be reasonable: my attempt was destined for failure.  Hey, don’t fail in eternal matters.  Be sure.  Trust in Jesus Christ.  He will never let you down.