ˇ§Do you not know that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you.ˇ¨
I Corinthians 6: 19 (NKJ)
With several friends the other day, I discussed the cleanliness of the church sanctuary. My friend was adamant that Godˇ¦s house should be spotless. What prompted this discussion? Discarded on the church pews were ripped and crumbled papers. People walked into the sanctuary with full coffee cups ˇV which was against church rules. Those discarded coffee cups were the last straw that broke my friendˇ¦s pious backside. She searched for the senior pastor. Such careless indiscretions must be reported. The church sanctuary was soiled and something must be done about this condition. Before I passed judgement on my friend for majoring on the minors, a still small voice whispered this: ˇ§Your body is my temple. Have you cleansed that temple?ˇ¨
I needed a spiritual spring cleaning from the overflowing coffee cups of unforgivenness and festering, raging attitudes of vengeance. If that was not enough to keep me busy, how about torn relationships because of spicy gossip or a hot peppery sting from a harsh word or that ammonia odor from a box of moldy sins?
This spring-cleaning was just the beginning. What about that minty smell cloaking a rotting attitude of self-righteousness or sooty windows clouded by an out of control burning angry or that large termite infested log hanging over my eyes - distorting my view of others? My temple needed a spring-cleaning. If left uncleaned, my inner temple would deteriorate. Something must be done about my condition.
Therefore, I opened my temple windows. The fresh spring like wind pushed the cobwebs of my indifference out the door. A cyclonic wind blasted the grime clinging to my walls. I popped the lid to my moldy box of hidden sins and torched my termite infested log of critical spirits. Then a rush of spiritual freedom washed away all remaining stains. My temple walls sparkled like a prism reflecting His light.
Only, after the revealing truth about my discarded coffee cups in my inner temple would I resist the temptation to major on the minors.