I was going to write something about pride today – namely because of Prov. 16:18, but it dawned on me that I talked about my prideful nature in my last post. In fact I went back a few weeks and realized I’d been spending a lot of time writing about me – writing about how flawed I am, or how lost I was. And the thing that jumped out at me, was the use of the words “I” and “me” over and over.
Then I read the following –
Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit. John 19:30b
It really isn’t about me, is it?
Oh how you love us Jesus – so much so that you endured that pain – a pain greater then the horror of crucifixion – the pain of being completely foresaken by your Father. In that moment when you knew Your work was finished, You knew you had to feel that utter loneliness so that our sin could be completely conveyed onto You. How do we begin to thank You for that? How could we ever be worthy?
No, it’s not about me – it’s about You! Praise to you God! Thank you for saving me! Amen