Built on the Rock

After a thought provoking conversation at Alpha last night I started thinking about holiness.  It’s such an old fashioned word.

We are called to holiness yet who has ever described themselves as holy? 

Does that mean we don’t think we’ve arrived - aren’t good enough to be called holy?

Have we been given perceptions along our way that equate holiness with some kind of wierd radical tv-evangelist-type religion?

I want to be holy.  I want to be set apart, but what action needs to happen on my part to get there?

It’s easy to say we’re humble (or as least to fake a sort of humility that is acceptable in Christian circles), but is it humble to say we are striving for holiness?

Just thoughts that I’d love to see some dialogue on……

V.

It’s been so long since I blogged, simply because I have not taken the time to sit and write.  No excuses ma’am, just the facts…

We made it through our toughest summer EVER and can only see on this side how God had it all planned out - thanks for those of you who upheld us in prayer through all of that…whew!

With fall, comes the begining of The Alpha Course which I co-ordinate, and we’ve started our own vox for that here:  http://rccalpha.voxtropolis.com

I’ve been busy processing all the goodies out of the garden…tomatoes…pumpkins…and today hubby came home with a flat of peaches, so I made peach jam, peach pie, peach preserves and cut some up for freezing.  I LOVE doing these things…as a distracted career mom, I never had the time to.  I keep thinking of the memories that HBI will have of his mom in the kitchen, and I think that’s good.

We had our first call from the teacher yesterday…turns out a bunch of the grade ones were not behaving during circle time, and brought toys onto the mat.  They all had to sit with their heads down on their desks…(remember that???)…So once HBI came home, we had a family chat and told him he needed to apologize to his teacher today.  When he came home, I asked him if he did, and he said yes.  Can you imagine the look on the teacher’s face when he walked up to her and said “sorry for yesterday”.  Apparently she said, “that’s all right” and he went back to playing. 

I love my boy.  God has blessed us with a kid who accepts correction and takes direction.  Oh Lord, grow that in him.

That’s it for now…nothing profound today…just something to let ya’ll know I’m still alive….oh, and beating nooc to his update!

Later,

V.