“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”~~Oscar Wilde
Today’s word of the day, from Dictionary.com, is nocturne, “a piece appropriate to the night or evening,” or, “an instrumental composition of a dreamy or pensive character.”
Today is International Aura Awareness Day. Do I believe people have “auras?” I don’t know. I know my wife can feel it when I’m emanating a bad mood. Some people claim to be able to see auras. Who am I to dispute that?
Yesterday was a nice day as we closed out our Mineral Wells visit. However, by the end of the day, Christi was not feeling well. She is coughing quite a bit, this morning, but we are still up, getting ready for church. Our drive home was fine, and it didn’t rain any more on us, so that was good. Traffic wasn’t terrible. It was tough to say goodbye to my mother, but we will be back soon. Christmas is just around the corner.
We have our usual worship gathering at 10:15, this morning. We are The Exchange Church, at 9100 N. Beach Street, Fort Worth, TX, 76244, in the Northpark YMCA.
(From Solid Joys)
Today’s reading is “The Only Conscience-Cleanser.”
. . . how much more will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without blemish to God, purify our conscience from dead works to serve the living God.
In this modern age, we have conveniences and technology that was unimaginable when I was a child, growing up in the sixties. The Internet and smart phones, alone, are enough to make our heads spin. My entire music library can fit in a digital device that is slightly smaller than my checkbook.
In spite of all of this, we still have the same problem, though. “Our consciences condemn us and make us feel unacceptable to God.”
There are a myriad of things we can try to ease our consciences. We can contribute money to charities, especially the ones that help third-world children. We can go serve in a soup kitchen on Thanksgiving (although a recent episode of Big Bang Theory showed that perhaps the soup kitchens have an over-abundance of volunteers on Thanksgiving. They need people on the normal days. We can go to more extremes; some people cut themselves, some people take drugs or drink excessively, which doesn’t cleanse the conscience, but makes us forget, at least. But the result is all the same; “the stain remains and death terrifies.”
Our consciences are defiled, though, not by things that go into our bodies. Jesus clarified this in Mark 7:15-23. “We are defiled by attitudes like pride and self-pity and bitterness and lust and envy and jealousy and covetousness and apathy and fear.”
The only true answer is, and always has been, the blood of Christ. What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Father, cause me to always remember that, when I sin, when my conscience is defiled, none of those false cleansers can work. There is nothing I can “do” to ease my conscience, other than turn to the wonderful grace of the blood of Jesus Christ.
Come, Lord Jesus!
Grace and peace, friends.