I learned this
@Pilgrimer, many years ago while ministering in the counseling and deliverance areas and I agree with some of your understanding of how we are made up of body, soul and spirit.
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I read your article and it mirrors not only what I have learned, but my personal experience, thank you for taking the time to share it.
We tend to think of God's work of salvation as a work that is completed at the moment of repentance and conversion. And certainly it is true that our legal standing before God is instantly changed at that moment: "There is now therefore no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus." That legal standing is instantly changed by our entering into covenant with God through faith in the blood of Christ.
But the work of cleansing us of sin and transforming us into the image of Christ is only just beginning.
This cleansing, purifying process is an ongoing work of God throughout our lives requring study, prayer, repentance, and submission, ergo "I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith," as Paul expresses it toward the end of his life. I was meditating on that one time and I saw in my mind's eye Jesus, holding a lantern, walking slowly through the highways and byways and the corridors and chambers of my heart and mind, shining his light into every corner and down the full length and depth and breadth of my innermost being. And he came to a small chamber tucked way back in the deepest recesses, hidden away from the prying eyes of the world, and I suppose I thought from him. And I clearly remember it to this day. That little chamber was dark and nasty, with a little pet sin I did not want to give up, that I would occassionally take out and stroke it and enjoy it. And that little chamber had a big lock on it and only I could open it up. And Jesus just stood there. There was no condemnation in his eyes, no blame or horror at this ugly thing in me, he just stood there, waiting patiently for me to open the door and let him inside. That was the hardest thing I ever did. Not necessarily opening the door, but acknowledging the thing in his presence. It was so humiliating, to let his eyes look at this ugly thing I loved and kept hidden away to play with. But when I did finally concede that the thing existed (as if it could be denied), the lock dropped away and the door swung open and Jesus stepped into that dark, filthy little secret place. And while I had feared the filth would disgust him and he would turn away and leave, instead, the instant he stepped inside the darkness just melted away like shadows under the noonday sun and that dark, the filth and stench evaporated in the brightness of his light, and that dirty little chamber of my heart became bright with light and clean and even smelled fresh and new. The feeling was like spending my whole life in the cold dark and suddenly have a prison gate thrown open and stepping out into the sunshine. The feeling of warmth reached down to my bones and for the first time I saw what only the light can reveal, a world so clean and pure and beautiful it took my breath away. That shook me so deeply that I remember bowing my head and praying, that if there were any more secret little chambers where I harbored some secret sin, or if any new thing grew in the darkness and hid in me, that the Lord would reveal it to me so I could open it to him and let him come in and make it clean.
What is so confounding is that the struggle wasn't in the deliverance, that only required Jesus to step inside and the result was like flipping on a light switch in a dark room, it was instantaneous and complete. But the struggle was in the shame and fear of admitting to the thing's existence, the
confession part, followed by the
submission part, the willingness to let him have it and deal with it. For me, that was and still is the struggle. If anyone thinks it's an easy matter to admit to a Holy God in your heart of hearts that you even entertain such thoughts and feelings, to open up the darkest corners of your soul to His gaze ... it is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. But it is so very ... liberating! And what He replaces it with, the feeling of being clean and able to stand before Him with an open face ... what peace and joy!
God works in each of us on a very personal, intimate level, so it may not be the same for others. But that has been my experience, and it has not only changed my life, it has changed me, and I would never go back to the pig slop I once enjoyed and did not want to give up.
Blessings in Christ ...