Totally Finished

Within a few minutes of getting home from school, Mateo talked back to his mother, hit his brother, and gave the dog table food even though Mom had told him not to. He was promptly sent to his room with no electronics. Mateo collapsed onto his bed and groaned. What's up with me today? he thought. Why am I acting like this? He sighed and lowered himself to the floor where a vast city was taking shape. He grabbed the box of loose connecting blocks and started adding a bridge between two of the skyscrapers. This city's gonna look so cool once I'm finished, he thought. It'll probably take up half the room! I can't wait to see what people say when I post a picture online.Pretty soon Mom walked in. "Hmm," she said when she saw Mateo working on his city. "I forgot you had this in here. I guess next time you get in trouble I should send you to the storage room where there's nothing fun for you to do."Mateo put down the blocks he was holding. "I'm sorry, Mom--I don't know why I did all that stuff." He leaned his head back against his bed. "I thought I'd be different by now.""What do you mean?" asked Mom. "Well, I thought becoming a Christian meant I wouldn't sin anymore, but I still do bad things!"Mom sat down at the city's edge. "This is looking pretty good," she said. "Why don't I go get my phone so you can post it online?""No!" said Mateo. "I don't want to post it until it's totally finished." Mom picked up a block person lying on the floor. "Well, you're not finished yet either--God is still working on you. The Holy Spirit is patiently teaching you to turn away from sin and live your life in a way that shows trust in God and love for others. It's a process that will take the rest of your life, but it's worth the wait." She stuck the person on top of the bridge Mateo had just built. "Jesus saved you from sin in an instant, but the new person He's making you to be won't be complete until He comes again and gives you a perfect body someday. Then you'll be totally finished--and you'll never sin again!"–Courtney Lasater