I kinda live for those moments when you smell something familiar from your childhood, and the memory literally takes your breath away because you are not young anymore, you are not that person anymore. That causes me to ache sometimes, but it’s a good kind of ache. As Winnie the Pooh says, it is good to have something that makes saying goodbye difficult. It kinda goes with sanctification I think, where you keep on moving towards the person God has intended you to be—more holy, more like Him.
Holy isn’t perfect, but it is a word closely connected with God. I love that we as humans are called to be holy, and that God gives us our entire lives here on earth to prepare ourselves to be holy in His eternal kingdom.
I recently read The Weight of Glory again, partially out loud to my dear hallmates. They listened patiently but I’m not sure they felt Lewis’s words like I did.
At one point during the sermon he mentions how here on earth we exist alongside of souls that will live forever, and how these souls are not to be taken lightly. I’ve been thinking about that a lot this week, for each person I interact with is an eternal being who deserves my respect and love, regardless of how much they annoy me. The people around me are made in God’s holy image, and I need to treat them with the worthiness that is due to them as bearers of God’s image.