Whenever I’m trying to prove myself,
to myself or others, that’s an indication that I’m ashamed of who I am, don’t feel good enough as a human being, or believer, or hubby, or dad. Prove myself? Winning, achieving, noticing the failure of others as a strategy to feel better about myself, and if the others are successful, any little chink in the armor I can find, will suffice, will fill me up with a sense of being more worthy than they. Opposing team, politicians, somebodies, nobodies, Christian jerks, whomever. Ahhh. My hungry-needy flesh loves feeling superior.
Jesus has compassion on me, just as I am, because I belong to Him, but when I don’t have compassion on myself, just as I am, my pride is exposed. A humble believer confesses his pride, but is not bummed by it. A humble believer has wonderful compassion on himself, just as he is, just like Jesus has wonderful compassion on him. A humble believer is completely satisfied with the imputed worthiness of Jesus, and is liberated about having none of his own, or some, or a lot: makes no difference whatsoever. And because a humble believer is completely satisfied with Jesus, he has wonderful compassion on others, even enemies.
–DumbSheepDave, having more fun than ever, because folks have been praying, hoping the pre-believers around him are noticing the difference Jesus is making
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