Jesus is not ENOUGH for me.

I want something MORE than what He offers.  Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful for what He offers, but it’s not ENOUGH.   Unsatisfying.  I ALSO want to feel good about myself based on MY performance, MY worthiness, MY reputation.  This role He’s scripted for me, of being a great example of a bad example, is too lowly, too humiliating, for my flesh to embrace.  My flesh HATES being down here.  Instead, it longs to be admired by others, not pitied or despised. Or better yet, ENVIED by others.  Or best yet, WORSHIPED by others.  I know, embarrassing.  I suspect that being worshiped would satisfy my flesh.  But not just worshiped by some.  Worshiped by ALL.  Ahhh.  The hungriest-neediest flesh of any human, imagining himself finally satisfied.

— Dave McCarty, GospelFriendships, always needing fresh conviction of the sin of INdependence, and always needing to be reminded that grace is for sinners, that it flows downhill to those at the bottom whose eyes have been freshly opened to see their sin, and always needing to be reminded that Jesus is only helpful to sinners, has nothing to offer non-sinners, is boring to non-sinners

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