The question comes at the end of Chapter 1 of The Holiness of God by R. C. Sproul.
I ponder. My first thought of holiness, always the same - Isaiah completely undone by the presence of the Lord. (Isaiah 6:1-4).
Have I ever been there, felt those same stirrings as Isaiah? I was overwhelmed by Him the first time my sin confronted me and I stood there, naked and ashamed. I sat on my bed, toes deep in the thick weave of carpeting and a Bible open on the squares of green and white, when the filth of my sin found me and the Prince traded my dirty shepherd's clothing for his royal robe.
I was amazed by Him when I stepped into the streets of Lima, hundreds of bodies pressing toward me as their eager hands reached for the regalo I held out, the free and priceless Word.
I was lost in Him when we learned our life would take a different path. I've been humbled by Him as we walk on this new path. This morning, I was in awe of Him as I watched men being pulled up from the very bowels of the earth.
Have I ever just fallen at His feet to worship in utter abandon?
Have I ever sought to make His Name hallowed?
Do I pray that others will consider His Name holy?
That I will consider His Name holy?
I bow my head and hot tears pool in the corners of my eyes. It is not enough to see Him through the veil of my flesh and earthly wisdom. I want to know Him more. To see Him in all His splendor. To drink His holiness in until I am drunk with it.
Today, I draw a line in the sand. I gingerly step over it and set my eyes on the Holy One.
And pray for grace to never look back.