“My faith is built on nothing less, than Jesus blood and righteousness…
When He shall come with trumpet sound, Oh, may I then in Him be found,
Clothed in His righteousness alone, Faultless stand before the throne!”
I love shirts; cool linen creasy ones, soft washed cotton that the wind blows through. Solid flannel checkered, dotted or stripy formal-ish ones, the tekkie unforgiving, haven’t got a six pack ones that get you up a hill dry and warm. I have shirt envy! And they look great in the shop; I love their colours, boxy styles, neat to waist fits, hang off coathanger shoulders looks. So today I smiled, singing this, I wondered what being “dressed in God’s righteousness” would look like. And so I drew a shirt. Covered in blues, aquamarines, cool greens, sap green words: Righteous. And that’s how God sees me. Spotless, creaseless, ironed, fitted. That shirt of righteousness is going to be mine, it’s going to be bespoke and the Lord Jesus paid the costly bill himself – just as well really. And I get to wear it for free.