He wants me to be worthy.
I stop and stare at the words again.
“…that ye might walk worthy of the Lord unto all pleasing…”*
A few verses later.
“…having made peace through the blood of His cross, by Him to reconcile all things unto Himself… to present you holy and unblameable and unreproveable in His sight…”
Me? Worthy? Unblameable? I think not.
By no stretch of the imagination am I without fault. I don’t deserve anything.
I am overcome by a complete sense of my unworthiness.
Despite how undeserving I feel myself to be, He wants me to be worthy.
He has given His very blood to cover my wretchedness.
How can I spurn the gift that cost my Savior His life?
So I claim His pure white garment of righteousness to fully cover my unworthiness.
He will continue to transform my life “til we all come in the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, unto a perfect man, unto the measure of the stature of the fulness of Christ.”**
And I will walk on those golden streets worthy—not because of any virtue in myself, but because I walk in His worthiness…
What incomprehensible love and grace my Father bestows!