I remember as a young girl, when faced with an invitation to do something or drink something I knew I shouldn’t… even if the argument was, “it’s harmless”, “live a little”, “everybody’s doing it”… my answer would often be, “No way! My dad would kill me if he found out.”
I loved my dad. I golfed with him, joked with him, talked to him, hugged him. I knew he loved me. But I also had a healthy fear of disobeying or disappointing him.
Leviticus 22:31-33 says: Keep my commands and follow them. I am the Lord. Do not profane my name. I must be acknowledged as holy by the Israelites. I am the Lord, who makes you holy and who brought you out of Egypt to be your God. I am the Lord.
God must be acknowledged as holy. He wants his people to fear him. Not the cowering kind of fear that makes us shy away from his presence. But a healthy fear. One that doesn’t want to disappoint. One that realizes what my sin cost him.
Does my life acknowledge God as holy? Do I obey him out of love and respect?
Dear God, you are holy. And you’ve made me holy, too, by the blood of your Son. Help me to acknowledge you in my life so others can see you for who you really are.