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What is Purity?

March 1st, 2018 

I had a friend ask me once who is more pure the man who has had sex and repented or the man who hasn’t but lusts after a women? 

As I sit in chapel writing this I think about the choices I’ve made and my friends and how does this work in relation to purity?

Often we think that if we have sex before marriage then we cannot be forgiven. Yet, if I think this then I also think that about cutting. How could someone who mutilates their own body be forgiven for it? 

Are we defining purity only by sexuality. What about other addictions? According to my faith, my body is a temple and I should honor it. Is that only in the decisions of sexuality? 

While I can say that I have held myself to the standard of waiting until marriage I have seen friends that have not. I am not better than them. I am not holier or a better Christian. I am broken just like them only in a different way. 

Between chapel yesterday and today, I have had a lot of gears turning. While the definition of purity is technically applied to a sexual nature but there are synonyms that are not. 

Because morality, righteousness, honest, integrity or decency could mean a lot of different things. I think we don't realize that these words relate to sin in a lot of different ways. When we become self-centered of what we have done wrong then we lose sight of our humanity. 

When asked what the best trait of myself is my answer? I think it's my ability to love others and forgive in ways that don't always make sense. I accept my mistakes and that means that I don't have the room to judge others for them. 

I guess for now I don't know what I define purity as because it isn't just about sexuality. 

What is your definition? 

xoxo, 
Em 

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