It’s been said before often enough, but a recognition of middle age: you can’t be everything. I’ll never be handsome, never be famous (though infamous?). And I’m not holy.Listening to Chanticleer sing “Lord, I Want to Be a Christian” as we drive to Dallas. That line, “Lord, I want to be more holy in my heart,” seems like a foreign language. What does it mean to be holy? More loving, more like Jesus: those resonate readily. But holiness has never been my thing. I don’t even know what it means.
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