Now, I happen to work with an exceptional group of people. Their creativity simply stuns me. I sometimes envy those talents, but I don't know that I could ever perform like they do, with creativity on demand.
Occasionally I wish that my editing job could be a little more glamorous. I feel a little like Walter Mitty, daydreaming about the ways my role could feel a little more heroic. Perhaps I could have a plane fly over with a sign that says, "1,000th Fix!" Okay, I am being facetious.
I'll admit that once in a while, the error-fixing and wording improvements get tedious. Sometimes I really want to roll my eyes and say, "Really? Again?"1 At those times, God allows me to run something with a mistake so I have to acknowledge that I'm not perfect either. (Thanks, God — I think.)
Tonight these all-too-human feelings of self-pity have led me to remember another fixer. This particular fixer accepted the weight of the world's sin as He staggered under the weight of the cross on the road to Golgotha. This fixer allowed Himself to be persecuted and in the midst of it all cried out, "Father, forgive them for they do not know what they are doing" (Luke 23:34a).
This fixer offers forgiveness of sins to all who call upon His name.
Jesus Christ makes me realize just how insignificant of a fixer I am. Though I am sometimes tempted to point out errors (okay, not just point them out—but point them out with attitude), that's when God nudges me and reminds me that I need to work on fruits of the Spirit, including self-control.
Thanks be to God that He's not just forgiving...but persistently so.
1Disclaimer: Yes, I did already admit in a previous blog that I'm impatient at times. Still working on it.