When we are by ourselves, we are all little angels. There we are in prayer enjoying the presence of God. We are floating on a cloud. Everything is peaceful and perfect! Then the wife, the husband or the kids come home. Shoes are left everywhere, clothes are thrown on the floor, or dishes are left in the sink. Suddenly the halo disappears, and the horns come out. Where did the little angel go? Buttons of the flesh start to get pushed, and the internal fruit starts to be seen on the outside. This kind of reveal can only happen through our interactions with people. It’s those closest to us who will really see what kind of fruit we have.
Picture this scenario with me: There you are at home having a “discussion” with your husband or wife or kids. It’s a bit heated. Voices are raised; emotions are flared. Then the phone rings. “Hello,” you say with a perfectly calm, relaxed voice. It’s the pastor. “Well, hello, Pastor, so good to hear from you. Oh, yes, I am so excited about the bake sale on Saturday. For sure, I will be there with my cookies. Amen. God bless. Praise the Lord. I’m saved, sanctified, and filled with the Holy Ghost! Talk to you later, Pastor.” Once the phone hangs up, the yelling picks up right where it left off.
