Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure,
Purity is a lost art. Not that any person or time or place could claim true purity, but it seems that at some point the pursuit of purity used to be something worth doing.
Yes, there are still individuals who pursue purity or maybe even a few groups, but as a culture nothing could be more foreign.
The loss of absolute truth may have something to do with it...by definition purity has no room for gray areas or exceptions or excuses. It demands perfection...pure love, pure joy, pure peace, pure faith... all without a shadow of doubt. Part of me longs for those things, and yet when I look at my life through this filter of purity all I can see are smudges and taints, shadows and holes; and I wonder, so far gone, is it worth it to try anymore for purity?
I know that Jesus' pure love, pure, obedience, pure sacrifice is the only hope for my soul. It is only in Him that I may be made pure. Washed clean not by my pursuit and striving but by His blood.
The pursuit of purity is only effective when it is the fruit of being forgiven
And yet, this pursuit is even more counter-cultural than the pursuit of purity for purity's sake.
I'm wrestling with this and joining my voice to the community at Imperfect Prose