God loves me just as I am. This is an undeniable truth. He loves me even though I can be controlling. He loves the dark recesses of my heart. He loves me no matter what.
He also loves me enough not to leave me that way.
Therefore if any man is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come. 2 Corinthians 5:17
There are countless verses about being holy and pure (list some here). And for first century Christians dealing with temple prostitutes and all manner of atrocities, that makes sense. And I find myself skimming over those verses. I don’t struggle with that so I’m good.
But am I?
Isn’t at the core of impurity the desire to control? “I’m doing this regardless of the consequences.” Or, “is this really that bad?”
For me the issue may not be sexual impurity, but I do have my own idol I deal with: food.
I’m having a rotten day? Eat chocolate. I’ve miraculously accomplished everything on my to do list? I deserve a sweet treat. It’s hot outside? Eat something yummy. Besides, it’s no big deal right?
I am the queen of justifications for little things.
Jerry Sittser in his book, The Will of God as a Way of Life, believes that it is not the big decisions that truly matter, but the small, seemingly mundane day to day choices we make that determine the course for our life.
My body is the temple of the Holy Spirit! How dare I fill it with junk!
But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified. 1 Corinthians 9:27
Now don’t misunderstand me, I could easily swing the other way and be one the pharisaical food nazi bringing condemnation on anyone with a twix bar.
So, there must be balance in this, too.
But what does this look like? I have no idea. But I’m on a journey to find out.
What does this look like for you?