We’re moms on a hot day, hiding in the shade to watch our little men play cricket. My friend tells me she was teaching a Sunday school class and God crashed right into her world.
She was telling the kids how Adam and Eve hid from God because they were ashamed.
‘That’s exactly what I do with my husband,’ she tells me.
‘I hide from him. There are dishes in the sink from three days ago and he’s washing them and I’m failing at this wife thing and I’m ashamed. So I hide.’
She goes on to say, that’s not how her husband sees it at all. He doesn’t want her withdrawal. He wants her drawing close.
We talk about God’s great grace in making clothes for Adam and Eve. He didn’t leave them naked and ashamed. He set in motion the plan already in place to send His Son, not just to cover their shame, but to draw us all back close and make us holy.
Then a home-group friend explains that holy means cut out of a template. Framed for a specific purpose. It means different or distinguished or distinct from. It means set apart. Setting ourselves apart – aligning our lives with Jesus because of how He drew us close – that makes us holy, even though we’re still wholly damaged and deficient.
