That’s what makes a saint: not your glory, but His. Not your record, but His blood. Not your hands full of works, but your hands empty and open to receive. That’s what John saw in his Revelation vision—beggars made beautiful. Robes washed white in the blood of the Lamb. No longer hungry or thirsty or sorrowful, but singing and tears of joy. Not because they were great, but because their Jesus is.
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