The Bartimaeus Blog 2019.20
Warm greetings to you, loved ones. Get those ACs tuned up, because Spring is in full swing and Summer is close on its heels. I’m expecting things to heat up at BBT too, so let’s get ready! Here’s your weekly update, hot off the keyboard.
Traffic slowed things down last week, but eventually everyone made it and we got a pleasant surprise. We got to see Dede for the first time in several months. Keep her in your prayers as she still needs to find a permanent and stable living situation. We also celebrated our mothers and I shared some tips drawn from the life of Jesus on how we should relate to them.
This weekend I have a question for you. It’s one you may have heard from your parents, even though they were looking right at you and obviously knew the answer. But this is a spiritual question. It is one our Heavenly Father might ask as He observes us rushing out to engage the world. “What are you wearing?”
As children, our clothing was not so much a reflection on us as it was on our parents. After all, they were supposed to be the ones in charge. As children of God, our conduct serves as that outer layer that the world sees. Our physical clothing might communicate something of that, but our character should be above reproach. Paul uses this metaphor in Colossians 3:12-17, making it clear that we must make a choice. A few verses earlier we are told that if we are in Christ,we have laid aside the old self and put on the new. We’re to throw out those filthy old clothes and put on the clean, new, holy ones that He has give to us. We begin to take on His character and to look like Him.
Now if I carry that too far, it’ll become bad theology, but we do have to make that choice every day. Are we going to dig that ratty, stinky old stuff out of the trash because it was comfortable, or are we going to dress up in God’s finest, so that those who see us will glorify our Father and want to know Him too.
I hope you’ll join us on Sunday. You’re welcome in our church, whatever you’re wearing.
Love y’all!
Larry