Sanctification, that which God does, as compared to consecration, that which we do, comes later in the journey for most. Truth be told, for most of those trekking deep into the quest after the Serving King, sanctification comes much later only after the final stages of consecration. Final consecration arrives in the death rattle, those last gasps of air from the dying old you clinging to fading life in those final moments. The old you rarely passes quietly into the night. No such luxury for the child of God trekking after the Serving King. Instead, the old you flees deep into the recesses of your inner being, hiding in the flesh, searching out concealed dark corners of body and soul, quietly abiding in the shadows, praying God will not find it now that you have invited God to bury any remains of the old you that can be found.
Eventually, God finds those final pieces of the old you hiding deep within and pauses to validate, yet again, your desire to see the old you die, piece by piece, if necessary, buried once and for all, freeing the new you to blossom and be all that God has called you to be. Like all the newborns, the infant new you will be inexperienced at this new life. The new you will stumble, as do all newborns, tempting you to say, “The old me is still alive, still rumbling around in there, still dragging me into ways of being I thought I had left behind, buried.” Never confuse stumbling in your new life on wobbly legs with sabotage by the old you.
The old you has been buried, piece by piece, as the Spirit of God moves throughout your being seeking out every last vestige of the old you. Expect those ‘wobbly’ new legs to stumble along for a time as they search for new ways of being and doing. The seemingly permanent stains of the old ways of being and doing will fade with time, lifted by the bleaching presence of God.
Practice will make the new life seem as natural as did the old life; but, it will take much practice, perhaps, even a lifetime. And yes, even deep into the trek, you will stumble from time to time, occasionally even falling. Rise up and walk on in the newness of life. Your trek into new ways of being and doing is just beginning. There are still many roads ahead, many miles to walk, many new ways of being and doing to discover…