When I used to live in Long Beach, CA., there was a neighbor that would always stop by our apartment and everything that he thought that was cool or righteous he would exclaim, "Pure, man! PURE!" I have no idea what his name was, but I'll always hear that exclamatory in my head, "PURE!".
I think when we love something righteously, it's important to protect it, but I think protection viewed maturely involves more than simply safe guarding or hiding something away; it also implies vulnerable sharing... when we're ready. & when we're really strong in ourselves, by Gods good grace, we should exclaim it to the world, "PURE!"
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