God is so good, it’s scary. He said to Moses when His goodness passed by, “You cannot see my face, for no one may see me and live.” Can you imagine, a radiance and beauty so incredible that it melts the brain? If I could imagine it, I’d probably be dead already.
How should I live then, if my God is so wonderful? If I truly desire to see Him and know Him, to ascend the Hill of the Lord, I must have clean hands and a pure heart. I must be good, even as He is. And there’s only one way to do that: follow Jesus.
Jesus went to the cross. That’s the dying part. My flesh, sinful desires, they must all pass away. They did. Jesus rose again in power. That’s the living part. My new man, the citizen of heaven is good and glorious, and I’m pressing in for more.
How scary it is, how dark to ever imagine being separated from this Love. When I see another handhold appear on the cliff face, closer to the prize, how can I not grasp it? The path is straight and narrow, and the gate is clear in the distance. How can I not sprint wildly towards it?
“Afterward the children of Israel shall return and seek the LORD their God, and David their king, and they shall come in fear to the LORD and to his goodness in the latter days.”–Hosea 3:5