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Last Sunday, I had the privilege of singing in the praise band at church, and we led one of my favorite songs:
We raise up holy hands, to praise the Holy One,
Who was and is and is to come.
But now I’m sitting here, reflecting on the lyrics, and I’m realizing something.
I don’t think I really “get” holiness.
Sure, I know that holiness means being unique, set apart from sin. But those are just words. What does it look like? And are my hands really holy? Worthy to be raised to praise the Holy One?
Uh, no.
But in His mercy, God gave us Jesus, who bridged the gap for us so that God could tolerate us and our sin.
And here’s where the meaning of holiness gets really foggy to me. Because I’ve been told over and over again that God is my friend. He’s my Daddy. He’s my Counselor and my Shepherd. All of these roles are ones in which He’s close to me. We’re tight. I tell Him everything. He cares. About me.
And I get comfortable with that. I pal around with God and talk smack to Him and pat Him on the back. If God had a cell phone, I’d text Him. A lot.
That’s all well and good, except for one major thing.
I forget His holiness.
I forget that He is Creator of the universe. King. Lord. So high above me I shouldn’t even be able to see Him.
So beautiful, so magnificent, I’d be blinded if I looked upon His face.
So powerful that He has the ability to speak light into the world with one breath.
This is my friend, yes. He’s my Daddy, yes. My Counselor, my Shepherd.
But before He was any of that, He was the Holy One of Israel.
Matchless.
Perfect.
Holy.
Your Turn: What are your thoughts on the holiness of God? How can we strike a balance between relationship and reverence?
*Photo by Arvind Balaraman