She got a nosejob, lipjob, a facelift, didn’t touch the eyes but she could see better, a $6000 paint job, a bigger booty but longer skirts, shorter but stronger legs, wider feet that could stop on a dime, and brand new shoes to match. She feeds plenty of horses and has unrestricted breathing except for one cat.
She has an expanded memory. Her air is cooled from the front, and whistles when excited. Never giving her steroids but she’s got bass in her voice. She’s not too loud except when flying at 4000, and yes she’s got wings. She’s got cool shades and bling for her toes. But more importantly, she runs well on the track.
It was a long process, and still in process.
But it’s all progress leading to faithfulness
And so it is with sanctification.
It takes so long to be more like Jesus.
It would’ve been much easier if God changed me instantly, if I was transformed in the twinkling of an eye.
Why wait so long.
Even for God.
It would’ve been easier still for God to purchase a brand new Porsche, with a better engine, with a better package. Why wait for me to get to that level? He may wait for a while. More than a while.
Isn’t it easier to choose someone else? with a stronger heart, more horsepower. Bigger brains and a sexy trim. Bigger brakes and more holiness.
Why start with someone that’s found on Craigslist?
If I was God I would’ve put me on the blacklist.
But he’d rather work with raw material than create a new Porsche. Any rich guy can buy a gem off the lot, but it takes work and pride to build one from the bottom.
Maybe God likes working, and there’s a lot to work on in me.
No, God likes building, and shaping, and molding.
And the process is intentional, the change is step by step. He can’t teach me wisdom until he first gives knowledge. He can’t mod my temper unless he first works on my pride. You can’t run stage 3 cams when you still have a stage 1 fuel pump.
Slowly but surely he molds a new heart,
through up’s and down’s, still better than the start.
Why it takes so long I think I now know
to spend that garage time means: He loves us so
Becoming more like Jesus with each modification
little by little by little - that’s sanctification
But does it matter if I memorize more than 500 verses?
When you’re cruising at 55, what good is 500 horses?
Does it matter if I’m an amillennial infralapsarian 5-point Calvinist
with a EJ255 GDF Subaru run by an Optima galvinist?
But those surprise track days come once in while
when you meet that Mormon or Muslim, or just a guy who’s hostile.
Or for the sake of truth, a seeking friend beckons
Then you’ll be glad you can run the quarter mile in 10 seconds.
It was a long process, and still in process.
But it’s all progress leading to faithfulness
Make history. Don’t just live in it.
She got a nosejob, lipjob, a facelift, didn’t touch the eyes but she could see better, a $6000 paint job, a bigger booty but longer skirts, shorter but stronger legs, wider feet that could stop on a dime, and brand new shoes to match. She feeds plenty of horses and has unrestricted breathing except for one cat.
She has an expanded memory. Her air is cooled from the front, and whistles when excited. Never giving her steroids but she’s got bass in her voice. She’s not too loud except when flying at 4000, and yes she’s got wings. She’s got cool shades and bling for her toes. But more importantly, she runs well on the track.
It was a long process, and still in process.
But it’s all progress leading to faithfulness
And so it is with sanctification.
It takes so long to be more like Jesus.
It would’ve been much easier if God changed me instantly, if I was transformed in the twinkling of an eye.
Why wait so long.
Even for God.
It would’ve been easier still for God to purchase a brand new Porsche, with a better engine, with a better package. Why wait for me to get to that level? He may wait for a while. More than a while.
Isn’t it easier to choose someone else? with a stronger heart, more horsepower. Bigger brains and a sexy trim. Bigger brakes and more holiness.
Why start with someone that’s found on Craigslist?
If I was God I would’ve put me on the blacklist.
But he’d rather work with raw material than create a new Porsche. Any rich guy can buy a gem off the lot, but it takes work and pride to build one from the bottom.
Maybe God likes working, and there’s a lot to work on in me.
No, God likes building, and shaping, and molding.
And the process is intentional, the change is step by step. He can’t teach me wisdom until he first gives knowledge. He can’t mod my temper unless he first works on my pride. You can’t run stage 3 cams when you still have a stage 1 fuel pump.
Slowly but surely he molds a new heart,
through up’s and down’s, still better than the start.
Why it takes so long I think I now know
to spend that garage time means: He loves us so
Becoming more like Jesus with each modification
little by little by little - that’s sanctification
But does it matter if I memorize more than 500 verses?
When you’re cruising at 55, what good is 500 horses?
Does it matter if I’m an amillennial infralapsarian 5-point Calvinist
with a EJ255 GDF Subaru run by an Optima galvinist?
But those surprise track days come once in while
when you meet that Mormon or Muslim, or just a guy who’s hostile.
Or for the sake of truth, a seeking friend beckons
Then you’ll be glad you can run the quarter mile in 10 seconds.
It was a long process, and still in process.
But it’s all progress leading to faithfulness
Make history. Don’t just live in it.
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