blech!

I have been infected.
No, not by zombies, but it is something that eats at the brain.
I'm not going to keep eliminating all y'all's guesses, I'm just going to say:
In the midst of prayer the other day I suddenly discovered in my life the presence of the virus of tolerance.
I have to take it down, have to eradicate it before it spreads. It disgusts me beyond belief. Guilty, reinforcing everything I already know about being totally depraved. Thank God it's communion this weekend, so I can repent in unleavened bread and wine (the NT version of sackcloth and ashes.) Not that I necessarily look forward to the mourning the Lord part, but the fellowship with Him and that special time is worth it all.

At this point, I want to swear off tolerance, but I don't think I can guarantee that. Not yet anyway. But I'm praying never to be lukewarm about sin, in my life, in anyone's. I Peter 1:15- 16 says "But as he which hath called you is holy, so be ye holy in all manner of conversation; Because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy." The God who called me will not even look upon sin. (Habakkuk 1-2) I want my eyes to be as holy as my Father's eyes, as He commanded- I don't want our culture to numb me to sin. I don't want to hear of someone committing fornication or lying or abusing the temple of the Lord and shrug it off, even if they are outside the church. Mercy, charity, and truth only from here on out. And I certainly don't want to quench the Spirit. I'm done with that. I hope.

Intolerance is a virtue, kids. Believe it.

#3 & #4

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