The Transfer Station

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The Transfer Station

In our town, there’s no municipal garbage pickup. Once a week, we load up our trash and drive it to the Transfer Station — an impressive name for what most people would just call “the Dump.” You bring your garbage. They haul it away.

As you might imagine, nobody dresses up for the occasion.  No one's taking selfies as they launch old milk jugs into a dumpster. I’ve never heard anyone say, “Let’s stay a little longer!”

But here’s the great thing about the Transfer Station: you can bring any trash you want. You don’t have to explain where it came from or why you’ve been hanging on to it. You just unload your mess, and they take care of it.

It turns out there’s a wonderful picture of God’s grace amidst all that garbage. When we come to Jesus, we don’t need to polish ourselves up.  He already knows what’s in the bag.  We just bring our trash — the sin, the shame, the stuff we’d rather bury — and He takes it. 

As 2 Corinthians 5:21 reminds us, Christ was the “offering for our sin, so that we could be made right with God through Christ.”

At the Transfer Station, we always leave lighter than we came. At the cross, we leave with something far better: forgiveness, grace, and freedom.

What’s sitting heavy in your bag today?  Transfer it to Jesus.  There’s no reason to keep carrying what He already paid to take away.


- Ron Reid