2 CHR 34:
Little King Josiah takes the stage. I really like this verse.
He did what the Lord approved and followed in his ancestor David's footsteps; he did not deviate to the right or the left.
This phrase "did not deviate to the right or to the left" has really stuck with me. This is not an easy task. It should be but it's not. This life should be about following Jesus plain and simple. I wish this beautiful simplicity didn't get so mucked up by sin along the way.
Tonight while we were out getting a movie to watch Abbie saw a man without a shirt on. She talked about how he was being immodest and how he should have a shirt on. These are most definitely things that we are trying to teach our kiddos. We want Abbie as well as our boys to be concerned about modesty and most importantly purity. I can definitely see how this as well as many of the other things we want to ascribe to as a family can easily lead to legalism. I really really hate this. I don't want to become legalistic and I definitely don't want my Brownies to grow up to be little pharisees. It's a slippery slope not deviating to the left or to the right.
I lived the beginning of my walk with Christ embracing the freedom we have as Christians AKA grace abuse. I watched, listened to and partook in activities all in the name of staying relevant and not being a slave to the law. This wasn't good either. Not much of what I did set me apart. I was living in the world and very much apart of the world still. The things I consumed and was apart of was not good for me.
So where is the balance between grace abuse and legalism? The answer is love. It always goes back to love. The value of modesty in our house is to love and honor God, love and honor others and to love and honor ourselves. Love does not dishonor others by looking down on somebody elses choice or choose to boast or be proud of the choices we have made. Love tells another brother or sister in Christ when we see one of them struggling in this area. We seek out their heart in their choices in love for them not to condemn or cast judgement. This is middle of the road. This is not deviating from the left or to the right. This is not how my flesh likes to roll. It has to always come back to love or it's bunk even if it appears to be good. Father may your church, our family and myself be marked by your love. May our lives become so infected by the love you so graciously lavish on us that it overflows into every single area of our lives. May BrownTown fall more and more in love with you everyday. Teach us how to love like you do.
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