From my knowledge, when one seeks God it is a journey of both solitude and fellowship. Without solitude, the company of others wears me down as I realize there is little substance to be found in the core of company itself. Without fellowship, I cannot realize how the love of God is given…even less know how to love (and being a total loner amongst other things, which would suck for me at least).
There is simply no way that we could become holy by solely isolating ourselves from our everyday physical surroundings. Neither can we be holy by staying with the world 24/7, but I mean that’d be picking on the basis of the word “holy”: “to be cut off/ set apart”. Holiness must come from God Himself, as we cannot be of what we are not. Therefore I must let God be the intent of all my decisions (phew that’s kinda hard).
It would seem that it is I who must choose whether or not I put myself in solitude or company. I am beginning to believe that this is true - that those two things go under the long list of little things we choose to get nearer to God. Our salvation was bought and presented to us and not quite forced down our throats - we would choose whether or not to follow Christ, and that still retains true today in the scope of our whole lives.
I read a friend’s blog post not too long ago:
The gospel is God-centered, not people-centered.
I am saved, but saved from what? An eternity without God.
So if I am saved, what’s the advantage? An eternity spent with God.
If I don’t enjoy God now, could I really call it “saved”? It would merely be me acknowledging something God has done for me, me glancing at it, and walking away.
Heaven is suppose to be a magnification of what I’m enjoying now. It is a continuation of the fulfillment and promise of what I’ve already experienced in God.
How often I forget these things! That it’s not really about me in the broader scope, and it certainly is not about making fading things last. Finding joy in such fading things end inevitably - It’s like I’ve been chewing a flavorless gumball for hours trying to still pretend it’ll become sweet again.
Well, the bubble I’ve made with it needs to pop.