on the rats
Today, I would love for you to hop over to Like a Warm Cup of Coffee. Sarah asked me and a few others for some advice, and if you visited her, commented, and clicked around on her blog, I think you would like it a lot. She cares for the hearts of women, so go there and get encouraged.
To what I had to offer there, again on the topic of affairs, I’d like to add another thing — something that a dear one said to me last night. We were discussing our tempers in regard to parenting, and she mentioned C.S. Lewis in Mere Christianity, saying:
Surely what a man does when he is taken off his guard is the best evidence for what sort of a man he is? Surely what pops out before the man has time to put on a disguise is the truth? If there are rats in a cellar you are most likely to see them if you go in very suddenly. But the suddenness does not create the rats: it only prevents them from hiding. In the same way the suddenness of the provocation does not make me an ill-tempered man; it only shows me what an ill-tempered man I am. The rats are always there in the cellar, but if you go in shouting and noisily they will have taken cover before you switch on the light.
We make these rules, as good Christian girls, to protect ourselves from sin; we do it just like the Jewish leaders of the Old Covenant, adding laws to keep safe. BUT here’s the deal. The Rats are still in the cellar. If we make our goal to follow the rules, we’ll miss the whole point and have an unbelievable and miserable faith, rats slinking back, a study of how to keep dodge.
To deal within the heart realm is to pursue the Humility of Christ, a broken and contrite Spirit. It’s not simply for the white-washed walls but rather to go cellar deep for the cleansing work.
I have so many motives to pour out today, so many rats to shoo.
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