Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Jesus is not my servant, server, serf, subject, or slave
Due to an unforeseen circumstance that I won’t get into, I was kind of thrown for a loop yesterday and have since then been scrambling around trying to get a trip ready for “The Gathering” in New Mexico.
At first, I felt like this great injustice was done to me.
Then I realized it was just a misunderstanding between two parties.
Then I blamed me.
Then I blamed God.
Then I realized that God’s grace covers my shadows and that God is big enough to handle any laments directed at him (see Psalms and Lamentations).
Then, as I was walking today clearing my head it struck me:
Jesus owes me nothing.
He doesn’t owe me an easy life or a happy trip.
He doesn’t owe me a hotel with a pool to take my kids swimming.
He doesn’t owe me happiness.
He is not my bobble-head doll, my magic 8 ball, or my Ouija board.
He is not my horoscope, my name it claim it errand boy, or my employee.
He owes me nothing.
I owe him my life and my all.
He holds the universe together by a word.
He is the Word.
He is the Christ, He is Lord, and He is dangerous.
And will never stop breathing His breathe or give up on Him.
Even when I do breathe curses at him and throw up my hands in despair, He is still God.
And I worship Him alone.