I often wonder what the life of a Saint would be like. Being so tightly bound to the thoughts of God, do you still crave a good cup of coffee in the morning?
Saints are in our midst. They don’t sit on the corner, waiting to heal cripples, preaching about the need for repentance, blessing the hopeless with hope. They are the quiet humble and contrite who assist you with groceries, open doors, listen without criticism, who reply God Bless.
I have a friend. Whenever we see him and his wife, he greets my wife and I with God Bless you. I say this because men are always more polite when their wives are present. In private, when it’s just the boys, he greets me the same way. I am convicted every time. Why am I not asking God to bless those I meet? Doesn’t it say in the scriptures greet all with a holy blessing? And a perfect man controls his speech? I frequently do neither. Doesn’t it also say in the scriptures Sacrifice I don’t desire but a contrite and humble spirit is what pleases the Lord?
The path to sainthood, the road to holiness can start with changing how we greet each other. By setting the tone on what is Godly, not by condemning sin or trying to scream wise saying to ears that are guarded. It starts with a holy greeting. It starts with a humble reply.
That is my struggle. I do not have a humble and contrite spirit, and it shows when I open my mouth to speak. I desire to be right and to have others recognize that I am right. As if that matters. As if that is what I will be judged on.
Its a good thing I seem to have years left, I have to repair the damage wrought by my tongue, and that will be a task that will consume my remaining years. Lord give me the strength.
God Bless.
The musings of Peter 