I’m troubled by a sudden insight into my own character ….
I’ve long known that there is a point beyond which I will not go on any given temptation or issue of doctrine or question of faith. A point where I say to myself, “All right, I’ll do this … but I won’t do that.” I’m not real happy about where some of them are, but those defining points of wrongness and sin have to be somewhere, don’t they?
What bothers me more is not the floor formed by those points that I stand on, uneven and spiky though it may be.
It’s the fact that I’ve erected a ceiling of points beyond which I will not go in serving, in worshiping, in believing.
And they’re between me and my God.
They’re defined exactly the same way: “Okay, I’ll do this … but I won’t do that. I’ll go this far, but not a step closer. I’ll give this much, but not a moment / dollar / foot-pound of effort more.”
Limits. Ceilings. Points beyond which I will not go.
It’s pointless – pardon the pun – to have them, because if God truly works in me through His Spirit, there can’t be any limits in that direction.
There just can’t be any.