“…Yea, all of you be subject one to another, and be clothed with humility: for God resisteth the proud, and giveth grace to the humble.” I Peter 5:5
In my last three posts on this site which have extended over a week’s period, I have talked a lot about my being repulsed by evil, and of my great love and passion for God. This morning as I again write, those feelings and philosophies are as much a part of my heart and of my soul as ever. But I want to assure that I don’t give the impression of feeling judgmental or that I somehow believe myself superior to those who are drawn to evil or who are actually trapped by satan and by his snares. That is not at all the case. I acknowledge my own shaky standing as a Christian, my inherent sinful nature, my tenuous grip on holiness, and understand that to even think of being godly, I am reduced to daily reaching and grasping. Holy does not come easy.
What tremendous advantage have I. I understand it to be one chance in trillions that I was even conceived. At one distinct and marked moment, through the union of a godly mother and father, God’s finger torched life to me, gave the little zygote strength and fortitude for its short but crucial journey, the fetus attached to my mother’s womb and grew, developed exactly, and then I was born. From the day of my birth, on July 24, 1938, I have been taught the ways of God. With all humility I acknowledge my rare and glorious circumstance. For others, by chance of trillions to one, are birthed to parents who themselves have been so deprived of the knowledge of the holy, and of the great love and redeeming force of Jesus Christ.
No, I choose no judgment seat and I wear no superior robes.
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