I’m loving the “pursuit of holiness” way more than the pursuit of twitter-one-upmanship. There’s something particularly enduring about it. Permanent, even. There’s lots to the intricacies of this pursuit. And, I get a sense, correct me, Hilary, that this is a deep well for future posts: i.e. what’s worked for the saints, what’s not worked for us wannabes, etc. As long as we can still talk about ’90’s movies. We can still link ’90’s movies clips, can’t we?
A buddy and I were trying to come up with, over dinner last night, any number of modern artistic portrayals—literary, cinematic or otherwise—dramatizing (and dramatizing well) a genuine, overtly Christian religious struggle. We, lamely, couldn’t come up with very many. Begs the question: as basic as the pursuit-of/struggle-for holiness is, how often do we even recognize ourselves in the midst of it?
I’m loving the “pursuit of holiness” way more than the pursuit of twitter-one-upmanship. There’s something particularly enduring about it. Permanent, even. There’s lots to the intricacies of this pursuit. And, I get a sense, correct me, Hilary, that this is a deep well for future posts: i.e. what’s worked for the saints, what’s not worked for us wannabes, etc. As long as we can still talk about ’90’s movies. We can still link ’90’s movies clips, can’t we?
I should be disappointed if you stopped. I would think you didn't like me anymore.
A buddy and I were trying to come up with, over dinner last night, any number of modern artistic portrayals—literary, cinematic or otherwise—dramatizing (and dramatizing well) a genuine, overtly Christian religious struggle. We, lamely, couldn’t come up with very many. Begs the question: as basic as the pursuit-of/struggle-for holiness is, how often do we even recognize ourselves in the midst of it?
Maybe the recognition comes when we consciously engage in the life of/quest for holiness?