Holiness - Kevin De Young
I have a growing concern that younger evangelicals do not take seriously the Bible’s call to personal holiness. We are too at peace with worldliness in our homes, too at ease with sin in our lives, too content with spiritual immaturity in our churches.
God’s mission in the world is to save a people and sanctify his people. Christ died “that those who live might no longer live for themselves but for him who for their sake died and was raised” (2 Cor. 5:15). We were chosen in Christ “before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless before him” (Eph. 1:4). Christ “loved the church and gave himself up for her, that he might sanctify her…so that he might present the church to himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish” (Eph. 5:25-27). Christ “gave himself for us to redeem us from all lawlessness and purify for himself a people for his own possession who are zealous for good works” (Titus 2:14).
J.C. Ryle, the Bishop of Liverpool from the nineteenth century, was right: “We must be holy, because this is one grand end and purpose for which Christ came into the world…Jesus is a complete Saviour. He does not merely take away the guilt of a believer’s sin, He does more–He breaks its power (1 Pet. 1:2; Rom. 8:29; Eph. 1:4; 2 Tim. 1:9; Heb. 12:10).” My fear is that as we rightly celebrate, and in some quarters rediscover, all that Christ saved us from, we will give little thought and make little effort concerning all that Christ saved us to.
The pursuit of holiness does not occupy the place in our hearts that it should. There are several reasons for the relative neglect of personal holiness.
1) It was too common in the past to equate holiness with abstaining from a few taboo practices like drinking, smoking, and dancing. In a previous generation godliness meant you didn’t do these things. Younger generations have little patience for these sorts of rules. They either don’t agree with the rules or they figure they’ve got those bases covered so there’s not much else to worry about.
2) Related to the first reason is the fear that a passion for holiness makes you some kind of weird holdover from a bygone era. As soon as you talk about swearing or movies or music or modesty or sexual purity or self-control or just plain godliness people get nervous that others will call them legalistic, or worse, a fundamentalist.
3) We live in a culture of cool, and to be cool means you differentiate yourself from others. That has often meant pushing the boundaries with language, with entertainment, with alcohol, and with fashion. Of course, holiness is much more than these things, but in an effort to be hip many Christians have figured holiness has nothing to do with these things. They’ve willingly embraced Christian freedom, but they’ve not earnestly pursued Christian virtue.
4) Among more liberal Christians a radical pursuit of holiness is often suspect because any talk of right and wrong behaviors feels judgmental and intolerant. If we are to be “without spot or blemish” it necessitates we distinguish between what sort of attitudes, actions, and habits are pure and what sort are impure. This sort of sorting gets you in trouble with the pluralism police.
5) Among conservative Christians there is sometimes the mistaken notion that if we are truly gospel-centered we won’t talk about rules or imperatives or exhort Christians to moral exertion. To be sure, there is a rash of moralistic teaching out there, but sometimes we go to the other extreme and act as if the Bible shouldn’t advise our morals at all. We are so eager not to confuse indicatives and imperatives (a point I’ve made many times) that if we’re not careful we’ll drop the imperatives altogether. We’ve been afraid of words like diligence, effort, and obedience. We’ve downplayed verses that call us to work out our salvation with fear and trembling (Phil. 2:12), or command us to cleanse ourselves from every defilement of body and spirit (2 Cor. 7:1), or warn against even a hint of immorality among the saints (Eph. 5:3).
I find it telling that you can find plenty of young Christians today who are really excited about justice and serving in their communities. You can find Christians fired up about evangelism. You can find lots of Generation XYZ believers passionate about precise theology. Yes and amen to all that. But where are the Christians known for their zeal for holiness? Where is the corresponding passion for honoring Christ with Christlike obedience? We need more Christian leaders on our campuses, in our cities, in our seminaries who will say with Paul, “Look carefully then how you walk”? (Eph. 5:15).
When is the last time we took a verse like Ephesians 5:4–“Let there be no filthiness nor foolish talk nor crude joking, which are out of place, but instead let there be thanksgiving”–when is the last time we took a verse like this and even began to try to apply this to our conversation, our joking, our movies, our you tube clips, our t.v. and commercial intake? The fact of the matter is if you read through the New Testament epistles you will find very few explicit commands that tell us to evangelize and very few explicit commands that tell us to take care of the poor in our communities, but there are dozens and dozens of verses in the New Testament that enjoin us, in one way or another, to be holy as God is holy (e.g., 1 Peter 1:13-16).
I do not wish to denigrate any of the other biblical emphases capturing the attention of younger evangelicals. But I believe God would have us be much more careful with our eyes, our ears, and our mouth. It’s not pietism, legalism, or fundamentalism to take holiness seriously. It’s the way of all those who have been called to a holy calling by a holy God.
“Storm” - A Poem
“Storm” Swelling surging from depths untread waves foam crash tumble to shore. Swift winds whip the ocean surface tripping the current. Rancorous hematite clouds roll in eyebrows curled scowling threatening the water with menacing shadows. Violent undertows whirl and spin provoking a commotion of sand. Seaweed jostles tangles uproots. Coral chafes and breaks lost in the tumult alienated in the torrent. Fish dart hastily scattered by the foul mood of the tide. Tufts of down scatter the water’s surface forgotten gulls hastily take flight. The palm trees endure shaken and tossed branches yanked fruits devastated. A lonely grey mist infuses the air seeping into the sea with sadness. A cold wind unwavering in sentiment brusquely whips past. First jolting and offensive I shudder but my next breath pure endears it to me. Inhaling slowly air so clean emptied of nature’s angst.
Stephanie L. Smith
“Forest Fracas” - A Poem
“Forest Fracas”
Deep in the shade of layered, rich greens
Swirled in the mists of dew and moonbeams
Frolic the Flightlings with sparkling wings.
Splashing in puddles and sunning on leaves
Gathering fireflies to string from the trees.
The way must be lit, the low paths laid bare
To alert them of Snurgles perchance lurking there.
The Snurgles creep out on those dense moonless nights
Tastes whetted for Flightlings, delicious and bright.
Turning up flower, rock, leaf and tree,
Scattering their beds of dandelion seeds.
Savagely romping and snapping their jaws
Swinging at Flightlings with vicious, sharp claws.
The Flightlings move swiftly, trailing a glow,
Confusing the Snurgles who watch from below.
Pinecones and walnuts are dropped from the trees
Hitting the large heads of Snurgles with ease.
A sprinkle of moth dust, peppered with fleas
Settles on Snurgles, making them sneeze.
Dizzy and hungry, damp and quite bruised
The Snurgles, defeated, go home without food.
The Flightlings, victorious, are safe for the night.
Into the wee hours they practiced their rite.
Gaily they feasted on minnows and fruits
Sipping on nectar and playing reed flutes.
Merrily dancing and laughing till dawn
Thrilled that the dastardly Snurgles were gone.
Safe and at peace, the Flightlings’ lights dimmed.
Each to their cozy cocoon, they turned in.
The fireflies darkened as the first sun-rays gleamed
And beneath morning rainbows the Sprites sweetly dreamed.
Stephanie L. Smith
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