Sleepily I padded out to the living room where by the light of the Christmas tree I sat with my coffee and Bible and had some time with Jesus.
I opened up to Psalm 15 where I read David’s question: “Who may abide in Your tabernacle? Who may dwell in Your holy hill?”
What follows is a list of qualities that every Christian should possess in their life. And as I read that list, I smugly made my way to the computer where I began to type out my thoughts to my Good Morning Girls.
My comment grew into a sermon as I carefully and rather sternly hit on each point: examining why we shouldn’t gossip, that doing evil can mean not doing the right thing, or how Christians shouldn’t despise those who have higher standards.
Then it hit me.
Can I truly preach on this subject?
What about MY heart?
Like a tidal wave, recent memories of times when I hadn’t lived up to Psalm 15 began to wash over me in a flood of conviction.
I can’t preach something I haven’t first lived out in my own life.
All morning I battled with this until it hit me:
The beauty of the throne of grace