Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid

My lovely wife is a teacher, a very good one.  To ensure that her high standards are maintained her school is undergoing an inspection and this is getting everyone quite agitated.

I have the dubious pleasure of knowing quite a few teachers and at least four of them have experienced an inspection in the last few weeks.  They are all stressed to the hilt.  The inspection is a dreaded event, spoken about in hushed tones. That is until the event gets closer and then every time the word 'inspection' is said it is accompanied by Eastender's type drums and a look of terror on the face of the one that said it.



From what I understand inspectors are some sort of sub-human creatures with huge teeth and no sense of smell.  They stalk school corridors hunting down teachers who haven't covered every part of their classroom walls with brightly coloured stars and pictures of children pretending to be happy.  If they ever find such a teacher they drag them outside, rip out their hearts with their bare hands and devour their souls raw. Or at least, that's the impression I get.




Inspector (artists impression)



 They've asked me to come and take assembly today because the teachers are too scared, I'm having garlic for breakfast.


It's as well our hearts aren't inspected like that all the time, imagine what lengths we'd have to go to to convince God that we are doing fine on our own thanks, no need for extra help here.  No badness, no brokenness, no laziness, no impurities, just 100% perfection.  I don't think so.

The fact is God has continual access to all the inner workings of our hearts, He sees all the aforementioned weaknesses but He does not condemn any of us.  Or should I say he does not condemn any who have called out to Jesus to save them.  They have nothing to fear.  Those who haven't called to Jesus, well I'm afraid you will have to convince God that you are perfect in every way.  My advice? Call out to Jesus, He's your only hope.