I am not particularly holy. That is to say, I don’t usually act holy, understand holiness much, think holy thoughts, or say holy things.
I moan and groan, yell at my kids, live half my life by the motto “Me First,” mistrust God and generally schlep along the Road to Zion when I could be enjoying a brisk walk.
I am, in short, a poor specimen of the new creation.
Why then, should you bother reading any further? There’s only one reason: you are in pretty much the same boat too. Continue reading