Peace

I love the Bible. When I read it, or hear it being read, I am at once at peace and challenged. At peace because the God of Peace is speaking, as it were, directly to me; challenged, because of the same reason. I have come to appreciate God's righteousness and justice, tempered by His mercy and grace. And my life has never been the same.

I wish I could tell you that I never sin...never make the same poor choices repeatedly. But I'd be lying to you. I want to live a holy life -- to please my heavenly Father, but time and again I blow it. I get angry and talk badly about other people. I curse others in my heart, in my head, and at times through my lips. I don't want to, mind you; and I always am convicted that I have sinned against a holy God.

Invariably, others see me at my lowest point...I fear they judge my Christian faith by my acts of sin and rebellion. I hope not. Instead, I want them to see that I am a work in progress. Forgiven, and being forgiven. Saved, and being saved. Sanctified, and being sanctified.

Know what I mean?

I'm glad Christianity is about perfection...but not my perfection. No. It's about the perfection of Jesus Christ! In Him, I am perfected, and I am being made perfect. And I am forgiven.

And I am at peace.

Thanks for reading. Remember the children.