Here’s what I read just this morning on Facebook: “ONLY 67 HOURS AND 15 MINUTES UNTIL WE SCRAP AGAIN. Please join us in the Fellowship Hall at 6:30ish. Bring the project you are working on: scrapbook, card making etc. I guarantee you will have lots of fun.

I probably ought to check my Facebook posts more often. The time is now less than 36 hours away. I struggled with the word “scrap,” and what appeared to be a longing to do it again. I thought “scrap” was a noun, not a verb and was something that you gave your dog to eat after dinner. I’ve also equated “scraps” with rags, the material that is leftover after a sewing project of some kind is completed. And for some reason I want to do that.

Moreover, when I began to think of rags, Isaiah 64:6 came to mind: “We are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.” So, am I right that someone wants to get together and become like a filthy, unclean rag? And for some reason I want to do that.

Isaiah used the term “filthy rags” in a section where God was making all things new. God was continuing to work to restore his people after their struggles with unrighteousness. God, like a potter, was able to remold and shape them a new way–a lot like my grandmother and my mother used to do. From time to time, they would take the scraps from sewing projects and stitch them together in a quilt. Their children and grandchildren were fortunate beneficiaries. They took something useless and worthless and transformed these “scraps” into heirlooms.

God continues to transform “scraps” into godly “quilts.” Join me in worship, where God “scraps” us into his likeness.