Put out the garbage. There is a whole process in our house that culminates in a rubbish truck collecting our garbage to transport it away from our house.
Firstly, each time something is of no use, the specific item is discarded to a waste bin.
Secondly, when the waste bin is almost full, the contents are moved to the council collection bin.
Thirdly, on a specified day, the council bin is wheeled to the street verge for collection by the Council’s rubbish truck.
What process do we have in place to assist in the recognition and removal of our life’s garbage?
Philip. 3:7-9 (Message)
The very credentials these people are waving around as something special, I'm tearing up and throwing out with the trash—along with everything else I used to take credit for. And why? Because of Christ. Yes, all the things I once thought were so important are gone from my life. Compared to the high privilege of knowing Christ Jesus as my Master, firsthand, everything I once thought I had going for me is insignificant—dog dung. I've dumped it all in the trash so that I could embrace Christ and be embraced by him. I didn't want some petty, inferior brand of righteousness that comes from keeping a list of rules when I could get the robust kind that comes from trusting Christ—God's righteousness.
Firstly, each time something is of no use, the specific item is discarded to a waste bin.
Secondly, when the waste bin is almost full, the contents are moved to the council collection bin.
Thirdly, on a specified day, the council bin is wheeled to the street verge for collection by the Council’s rubbish truck.
What process do we have in place to assist in the recognition and removal of our life’s garbage?
Philip. 3:7-9 (Message)
The very credentials these people are waving around as something special, I'm tearing up and throwing out with the trash—along with everything else I used to take credit for. And why? Because of Christ. Yes, all the things I once thought were so important are gone from my life. Compared to the high privilege of knowing Christ Jesus as my Master, firsthand, everything I once thought I had going for me is insignificant—dog dung. I've dumped it all in the trash so that I could embrace Christ and be embraced by him. I didn't want some petty, inferior brand of righteousness that comes from keeping a list of rules when I could get the robust kind that comes from trusting Christ—God's righteousness.
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