We're made to blush!

Michal blushed. Isaiah blushed. We're blush-worthy everyday. So, quit the Sunday-only facade.

I said to someone recently, “God is good,” but for some reason, he preferred not to share, he quipped, “mostly on Sundays.” I blushed.

Man is the only animal that blushes—or needs to.—

Mark Twain

What is blush, and where does it come from?

There are various kinds of blush, but the “scientific” description of blush goes something like this:

“It’s that hot feeling that begins at the top of your spine, percolates up your neck to your ears and still farther, till you can feel every hair follicle on your head. Your cheeks blaze. This is the most honest expression you will ever share: the blush.”

We’re made to blush like our maker. When I read Genesis 1 and see the many instances in which God observes His works, I can see Him grinning. Why not?

After God had made everything else, He blushed. And seeing that Adam was alone, He blushed and made Adam a helpmate. When Adam saw his fitting companion approaching, he said, blushing, “This one is bone from my bone, and flesh from my flesh!” and they all blushed.

Blushing is an act of duty and worship.

Blushing is involuntary. We do it shy, embarrassed, or happy. But it’s only possible because we’re human.

And humans who depend on God and fear Him should blush every day.

Michal blushed

While his brothers and the rest of Israel shake in their boots, David walks in with a heart of gold and says, “Who is this uncircumcised Philistine that he should defy the armies of the living God?”

If you were a young lady aware of the big issues of that day and received details that an equally fine young lad without battle experience had made such a naive remark, wouldn’t you have blushed?

“That must have been something.” You’d think to yourself or maybe say to other girls in your court. And that’s what Michal said. She loved him, married him, celebrated victorious battles with him, and saved his life.

“Michal weds David,” began with a blush!

Isaiah blushed

Just before Isaiah is annointed, he saw the seraphim declaring the holiness of God, and at once, the temple quaked, and he trembled and said:

“It’s all over! I am doomed, for I am a sinful man. I have filthy lips, and I live among a people with filthy lips. Yet I have seen the King, the Lord of Heaven’s Armies.”

So, one of the seraphim touched his lips with a burning coal, and Isaiah said, “Here I am, send me.” Isaiah blushed.

I think you get the point.

Sunday-only blushing is fake.

We’re made to blush in the sense that it happens to us. And it has an impact on others.

It’s not something we can decide to do only in Sunday service. If that’s it, we’re just making up our minds to smile and pose. Nothing is inspiring about that.

I think we add the blush to our sense of piety on Sundays and scare the daylight out of others on Mondays. Then, people see us without the blush and the light.

I hope we can blush more often.

Everything good will come!