Somehow I cannot relate to a filthy rag until I had to change a toddler’s diaper. Smelly, yucky and nasty. Ironically, that’s exactly how my righteousness look like. Maybe even worse. But what I cannot come to grasp with is God. Why in His High, Almighty, All-Powerful state would send His son –equally preeminent as He –would stoop down so low to clean me up. Take all my slime and grime and muck. And dress me in brand spanking new clothes called, His Righteousness. What I done to deserve it? Nothing.