Craig's Helps to Holiness

Ahhhh! Relaxation in the Birmingham airport! I love airports. Everything just becomes the background and turns to white noise so easily for me at airports. Traveling is so second nature to me, that sitting in an airport, is like a second living-room. A really BIG living-room. With lots of stangers in my living-room. But good strangers. As if everyone's just there for whenever I want to talk to them and say whatever the heck I want. It's great!

The LORD really speaks to me while I'm just sitting there, and fills my mind up with CRAZY stuff. Like this:

Is being holy the same as being blameless? This may be so. Just perhaps hard to accept. For someone to say with all humbleness&honesty, with a contrite heart, "I just wants to do what's right" & they're doing it. Does thet make one holy? Is this like entering into holiness or something? I don't think we become holy little by little, or get closer & closer to becoming holy. We receive the "Gift" as some may say, of holiness when we receive Christ! & When we receive the Holy Spirit! How else would the Holy Spirit be in us. God cannot, will not, dwell in anything UNholy. In order to continue in doing right, being sensitive and obedient the Spirit and being likeminded with Him and being able to overcome, we must continue to be filled with the Holy Spirit. Stay soaked. Don't get out from underneath of the waterfall. OR "...like a tree planted by streams of water..." (Psalm numero uno).

A while back my dear brother, asked out-of-the-blue just, "Are you Holy? Have you received the gift of Holiness?" And I was all like "Dude . . . yeah!" And he was like "Praise the LORD! That's awesome!"

Just some thought jotted down before the flight. And just for fun, I'll add that the LORD led me to share this with an elderly couple that let me have the window seat next to them on the plane! They were Lutherans.

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This is an entry in my "Journal" from Saturday.

Enjoy!

Maybe the 20th or the 21st. The thunderstorm brewing says “It doesn’t matter” One of my favorite thoughts is simply; “It doesn't matter; the wind blows and the rain falls”.

Sticking my head out of my window to watch the wind blow and the storm come in, a man wearing an old torn shirt walked by. In my world right now, I can't stress to you enough how common this is, but it was a fairly significant rip down the back of his shirt. Along with the realization of his soon to be soaked shirt, I thought “I could give him one of mine, AND put it in a plastic bag so he could keep it dry!” I was pretty excited, and I very nearly jumped out to the window to do it. Only hindsite shows me that the LORD kept me from immediate obedience. A few moments passed and I noticed him coming towards the shelter. I hopped down from the window & into my flip-flops and went to the front. Indeed, he had come in, and to get a shower! His name is John and NOW, I was able to bless him with extra socks, 2 shirts & soap in it’s own holder!

I love the winds in the trees and the peals of thunder before the storm overhead!