Though your sins were as scarlet, yet you shall be as white as snow.
I think that's what holiness is like. I don't think real holiness is like a hospital - just scrubbed up old, antiseptic - yes, beautiful - no. I think it's like that feeling when you wake up and the world is suspiciously quiet. You open the curtains and there it is ! and it makes you ghasp just like when you were a kid. Not just clean. Twinkly. Fresh. So bright and light it makes summer seem dull. Those Christians who are the real deal who just steadily get on with what ever have that effect on me and make the tinsel town look gaudy and tatty without ever saying the slightest word of criticism. (They're more likely to say something encouraging and grateful anyway.)
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