Anne Kennedy, talking about cleaning out her basement...
"I imagine this is like heaven. As we come into the presence of the Almighty we find we are Finally Rid of that nagging desire to gossip, that nasty feeling we've lugged around toward so and so who never understood who we really were anyway, the immense frustrating pile of imperfection and ingratitude and other junk that we knew we wanted to get rid of but never got to it because there was never any deadline. Well, my deadline is Saturday, and if Jesus comes back that day, I'll only have to leave behind a quarter of the stuff I currently posses. So, come Lord Jesus, or, if you'd like to wait a little longer, that will probably be ok too." - An Undercurrent Of Hostility
Exactly. Because I am a fallible human being, so far from perfection, and although we can all hope Jesus is working on me (in fact, we can trust in it) there's a heck of a way to go. He's infinitely patient, though. And now to go dismantle my dining room table.
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