“The life of true holiness is rooted in the soil of awed adoration.”
– J.I. Packer, via Bettye R. Casey
At the risk of compromising the lodging of Packer’s words within the souls of readers, I would probe myself, and any of you who opt to ponder:
- How “holy” am I living? (Define “holy” as “set apart/sanctified” or as “pure.” Or both.)
- If I am at all unsatisfied with the answer to #1, how much awed adoration am I engaging in?