I am not Jesus. I am not a prophet. I don’t always pray as often as I should. Sometimes church isn’t something I feel like doing. I don’t love the way I should, in fact in the time it’s taken you to read this you’ve probably already done something that would get on my nerves. I don’t always reach out to people who are in need the way I should. I ignore your phone call once in a while. I’m waaay too sarcastic. I hurt feelings from my lack of tack. Sometimes I’m excellent at being plain rude.
But every time I read the words of Jesus in Matthew chapter 20 I am reminded of my place in this world.
“For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve and give His life as a ransom for many.”
My Savior. My God, came to serve and give up His life for others. Where does that leave me?
My life is NOT my own.