R.C. Sproul
I cringe inside when I speak in churches about the holiness of God. I can anticipate the responses of the people. They leave the sanctuary convinced that they have just been in the presence of a holy man. Because they hear me preach about holiness, they assume I must be as holy as the message I preach. That’s when I want to cry, “Woe is me.”
It’s dangerous to assume that because a person is drawn to holiness in his study that he is thereby a holy man. There is irony here. I am sure that the reason I have a deep hunger to learn of the holiness of God is precisely because I am not holy. I am a profane man – a man who spends more time out of the temple than in it. But I have had just enough taste of the majesty of God to want more. I know what it means to be a forgiven man and what it means to be sent on a mission. My soul cries for more. More soul needs more.
—– [The Holiness of God, Wheaton: Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., 1998, p. 33] —–
Isaiah 6:3 – Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of his glory!
Revelation 4:8 – Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, Who was and is and is to come!
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