Then we will no longer be infants, tossed back and forth by the waves, and blown here and there by every wind of teaching and by the cunning and craftiness of people in their deceitful scheming. Instead, speaking the truth in love, we will grow to become in every respect the mature body of him who is the head, that is, Christ.
I'm going to grow up.
It's something I'm noticing in the Christian community today. I love that we seem to have deeper compassion for the hurting. I love seeing the Body embracing people where they are, warts and all, as we make this journey together. It heartens me to see us focusing more on our love walk and being more cautious in judging others.
Good things, all.
But I'm noticing an unintended effect.
At least in myself.
I've been so busy wanting to be real and in letting others be real and in taking myself and others right where they are that I've let a spiritual truism slide.
And that truism is this:
That we should all be pressing on toward greater maturity.
And maturity is not about legalism. Or having a longer list of rules. Or positioning oneself as the keeper of the morality.
Maturity is about keeping this question in mind and responding to it; "What pleases God?"
Not, "Do I have the right, the freedom to do this or say this or laugh at this or question this or that?"
Not bad questions. Not questions that shouldn't be asked.
But the ultimate question is to ask myself if the activities and freedoms and rights I am exercising are pleasing to my Father. Not about if what you are doing is pleasing. That's between you and your Daddy.
I just don't want to get sloppy with grace.
And part of growing up is keeping my spiritual house picked up. I don't want my Father having to trail behind me, reminding me to pick up the dirty laundry of my attitude and my habits.
The intended by-product of extravagant grace.