When I got to this final graffiti I sprayed and sprayed, and scrubbed and scrubbed with a steel brush. I have tried on two more occasions to get this stain off the stone bricks and if you come by the church it will still look like this. I am currently trying to team up with someone to get a sand blaster and hopefully get this removed.
While I was drenched in sweat and striving to erase this mark I was reminded of a deep truth. This stain is as stubborn as my sin. My life, my heart, my soul are covered in the marring of disobedience and foolishness.
Despite my greatest efforts, the sweat on my brow, the callouses on my hands I can't remove a single one. I cannot cover them or get them to fade. It's hopeless. Vanity and striving after wind.
How glorious and good it is to read the words of the the prophet Isaiah.
I just hope the graffiti will get on board with my theology.