Studying and teaching the latter part of Galatians is one of those "ouch" experiences. This is more than just material I am presenting to other women. This is exhortation directed to me, too. Pondering over what sowing to the Spirit means has provided a lot of fodder for looking objectively at myself. These are times of holding up the mirror of Scripture to my own heart.
This passage, from John Stott's commentary on Galatians was pretty hard-hitting:
Every time we allow our mind to harbor a grudge, nurse a grievance, entertain an impure fantasy, or wallow in self-pity, we are sowing to the flesh. Every time we linger in bad company whose insidious influence we know we cannot resist, every time we lie in bed when we ought to be up and praying, every time we read pornographic literature, every time we take a risk which strains our self-control, we are sowing, sowing, sowing to the flesh. Some Christians sow to the flesh every day and wonder why they do not reap holiness. Holiness is a harvest; whether we reap it or not depends almost entirely on what and where we sow.
I'm pretty sure that a passage like that will generate the old cry of "legalist!" Yes, the Holy Spirit is responsible for bringing about that harvest. But we won't see a harvest of holiness if we aren't actually sowing it.
The first portion of Stott's commentary really pierced me. How often do we hold grudges and soothe our wounded egos by hanging on to our anger just a little bit longer? I'm guilty of that.
The blessing of teaching others is the learning for myself.