I am the LORD who brought you up out of Egypt to be your God; therefore be holy, because I am holy. (Leviticus 11:45, NIV)
Ah, Jehovah Mekkedeshem-the LORD who sanctifies. Holiness is something I’ve been hammered with; the only thing that it hasn’t happened is to be quizzed at it.
I was used of seeing skirts (no minis), not too much make-up, nor much jewelry or silicon bands (‘till a while ago)…until the plane hit. Even before that, I was okay with “liberal” churches and their association on dress…yet, I am still reserved on many aspects. I don’t have problems with dancing or rock or listening to music that’s not Christian (I still listen to Christian music though :P) or even with looking sorta “tirao” on occasion. When I’m confronted with the command of being holy, though, I get a tug on my heart: something’s wrong! (Or at the most, I’m making it wrong…)
I’m reading through Leviticus now, and it’s interesting to see how a systematic process for sacrifices and worship are weaved through and fro this misunderstood book. I cringe a bit when holiness is intimated, though: does it mean that I have to stop myself from actually having a life?
Yes and No. Yes, because we live for God now; we represent Him in any type of the world. And no, because the light is never shuttered on an enclosed place. He won’t let us live a house-work-church lifestyle without giving us an adventure along the way. (People, don’t we have a life to live?) Then again, this is what I always know (and I should take it by heart): Trust in God alone, and He will make the changes.
