Some people think the robe of righteousness is a kind of costume. A way for God to see Jesus instead of you. As if the Father can’t stand the sight of you unless you’re hidden under someone holier. Or that he couldn’t see through it.
But that’s not how love works. And it’s not the story.
In Eden, after Adam and Eve fell, they covered themselves in fig leaves—desperate to hide their shame. But God didn’t leave them like that. He didn’t recoil. He didn’t rage. He came near. And He clothed them—not to hide them from Himself, but to restore their dignity.
That was the first act of mercy after the fall: not banishment, but a new covering.
The robe of righteousness isn’t about hiding your brokenness. It’s about healing what broke. It’s what happens when your heart is united with His heart, your mind with His mind, your life reshaped by union rather than fear.
You’re not being asked to pretend. You’re being invited to remember. This robe isn’t a way to fool God into loving you—it’s what love gives you when it’s making you whole again.
You were never asked to disappear beneath Jesus. You were always meant to be restored through Him.
