The Boolean Rule of Holiness?

I was presented a question today on the measure of holiness: how holy is God and how holy are you?

But I thought holiness is whether you are holy or you are not.

Is it not?

In our working out of our salvation, do we attain a certain "level" of holiness? Or do we remain sinners, but saved and justified, reaching to the holiness that is our mark of perfection when we become perfect in that Day to come?

pearlie

I like this quote ...

Judge a person by their questions,
rather than their answers.
~Voltaire

... since I am always asking questions :)

pearlie

What do you see?

Oh! I see.
What do you see?
I see that for every smile that is real, there is a weathered heart.

Oh! I see.
What do you see?
I see that for every ear that is listening, there is a battered soul.

Oh! I see.
What do you see?
I see that for every hand that is offered, there is hope for trust.

Oh! I see.
What do you see?
I see that for every tear that drops, there is a wealth of love.

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Christmas is near!

I have just been asked to help get the carolling team ready this year. I am pretty excited about it. I have yet to get hold of the songs in print but the carols are already running in my head and I am already singing them while driving.

Christmas is near!

As much as we must remind ourselves that Christmas is not about gifts and toys, but about the birth of our Saviour Jesus Christ and our commitment to him, we must also revel in the sounds and colours and aroma of Christmas. The aroma of a busy kitchen, decadent fruit cakes, hot steaming coffee; colours of wrapped gifts, table cloths, Christmas trees; sounds of carollers singing, children laughing, family chatting. That is amongst what I look forward to the season -- to rejoice in the presence of Immanuel with family and friends.

pearlie

Missing parts

I do not like the fact that I have now less time to think and hence less time to blog. It is like a part of me is missing. I would love to come back thinking and musing and ruminating. But it is hard.

Oh that I have the wings of a dove,
I will fly away and be at rest.

pearlie