To be a vibrant saint

For when one says, “I follow Paul,” and another, “I follow Apollos,”
are you not being merely human? What then is Apollos?  What is Paul?
Servants through whom you believed, as the Lord assigned to each.
I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth.
So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything,
but only God who gives the growth.
I Corinthians 3:4-7

It is in looking to Him that we become like Him! Tyrants, as C. S. Lewis has said, are monotonously alike — their minds are on themselves and their own aggrandizement. But as for the great saints, that is another matter. There is incredible diversity among them. …

To be a disciple of a disciple is to be pale indeed. I do not want to be a pale Christian. With St. Paul, I say, “To me to live is Christ.” With St. John, I lean my head on Christ’s breast and hear what He says to me. This is the walk in the Spirit. This is the way we cross over into a serene self-acceptance, no matter what our psychological needs have been and into the freedom of the realized true self in Christ.[1]

Imitation is the heart of learning, and we thank God for all the good influencers in our lives.  But Christian maturity calls us higher up and deeper in. If any leader or mentor has called us into subjection to them, we must cast off that false yoke.  If we have put any fellow human on a pedestal, so that it is their authorization we wait for, their standard we judge ourselves by, or their approval we work for, we must repent.  We need a Church full of men and women who are being Fathered by God Himself, discipled personally by Jesus of Nazareth, liberated and counseled by the Holy Spirit.  We need vibrant, even dangerous Christians, saints whose excellence delights us.  We are called, not just to admire others who have walked this road of becoming, but to walk it ourselves, taking our glorious places in the communion of saints.


Lord Jesus Christ, I thank You for Your presence with me now. I thank You for calling me to be Your disciple, even a member of Your royal priesthood.  Lord forgive me for any way that I have shirked this calling and put others between You and I.  Meet me now in my garden of solitude, draw near to me as I draw near to You.  Speak Lord, I am listening.

[1] Leanne Payne, Restoring the Christian Soul Through Healing Prayer (Grand Rapids, Baker Books, 1991), 54.
Sculpture: 14thc., John the Apostle resting on the bosom of Christ, photographed by Andreas Praefcke [Public domain]