I was always comforted by the idea that we are slaves to righteousness, it meant I wasn't a slave to anything else. And then a little while ago it didn't seem so appealing anymore. Discipline, accountability, righteousness: what is the point? I'm still saved, I can still love.
Then recently I have been thinking a lot about crowns. I've realised that we are all crowned by something, be it Satan or self-gratification or selflessness or faithfulness. But the crown of Jesus is one of thistles and endurance and passionate, scandalous love. The one he promises is one of glory and honor and righteousness. Tertullian urges woman to be of a godly and modest nature, "....when woman proves stronger than torturing man, when she suffers fires or crosses or sword or wild beasts that she may be crowned."
That she may be crowned.
The crown is a reminder to me that the fight is not in vain, that I am living for eternity and the crown that awaits me there. It's cute to be carefree and reckless but the truth is, I'm always choosing a crown.
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