Holy lives please God.
This is a fact.
Holiness is made possible through the shedding of Christ’s blood on the cross. First and foremost it is by grace alone that we are made holy before God.
As someone who has been a believer for 55 years I have struggled with holiness and how it looks in my life.
I am well aware of my pitfalls, my sins, my shortcomings. These things are not holy, yet they are covered by the transaction that took place 2,000 years ago.
But how does holiness manifest for me today, this day, in my moment by moment?
I like a scenario painted in a book I read long ago (the name escapes me right now) where the author writes that you can choose a blue shirt or a red, and this may have minimal effect on your life, your holiness—
I’m not sure why I think of this from time to time, but I believe that each small thought and choice can affect other things.
I swim at the YMCA regularly. Once in a very long while I am the first and only person to enter the pool. The water is like glass, completely still. I put my finger in and that stillness is disrupted, even for the thousands of gallons of water in front of me.
I choose a red shirt.
It’s a ripple.
God, in His infinite knowledge (how can we comprehend this?) has written this chapter already. I can rest in this peaceful awareness of His plan, His ultimatum.
This is still holiness, I believe.
I am struggling with the day-to-day right now. I battle depression and lack of motivation.
I’m functional.
I actually faced four grades of middle school math classes yesterday, the strugglers. I can relate to struggling with math. I related to these kiddos. We had a good day together. No one was beaten up, everyone left the classroom with a peaceful countenance.
This is success on a daily basis.
This may be what holiness looks like, too. Small victories, keeping a clean slate, clearing up the stains as they appear. Trusting the God who made everything to make the way clear, to keep us in perfect peace, even when you are hated and persecuted.
Even when you are seeing a veil of fog and the sun has been dimmed with the blue of depression.
MARANATHA!
It can’t be long now. I woke up from a deep sleep the other day with a strange sensation that something was different. Is this the rapture?
I think the rapture will happen so suddenly we will hardly be aware of it. One existence to another in a twinkling, a fraction of a second.
Are you praying for your “snatch list?”
Pray that they escape from the coming darkness, the beast system, from the Illuminati, from false doctrine, from pervasive evil, from the beautiful side of evil.
My “snatch list” gets longer and longer.
Let’s pray.