"Am I making progress? If I am really honest, it seems to
me that the question is odd, even a little ridiculous. As I get older and death
draws nearer, I don’t seem to be getting better. I get a little more impatient,
a little more anxious about having perhaps missed what this life has to offer,
a little slower, harder to move, a little more sedentary and set in my ways.
Am
I making progress? Well, maybe it seems as though I sin less, but that may only
be because I’m getting tired! It’s just too hard to keep indulging the lusts of
youth.
Is that sanctification? I wouldn’t think so! One should not, I expect,
mistake encroaching senility for sanctification! But can it be, perhaps, that
it is precisely the unconditional gift of grace that helps me to see and admit
all that? I hope so. The grace of God should lead us to see the truth about
ourselves, and to gain a certain lucidity, a certain humor, a certain
down-to-earthness." [via]
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