For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life as a ransom for many. Mark 10:45 NIV
It was the summer of 1985, a sweltering South Florida sauna.
Instead of movies and the mall, I opted for skateboarding and tea parties.
I sacrificed my summer for babysitting – or more accurately for freedom.
Months earlier, my grandfather made the unattainable attainable with a birthday gift – he offered to pay half the price of a first car.
A car my parents insisted I pay for myself.
A car I thought I could never afford.
What I value, I will sacrifice for.
Life costs – there is always a price to be paid, a sacrifice to make.
My parents understood if it costs me nothing, there is no value.
I will only be successful in the areas I am willing to sacrifice for.
The price of love is sacrifice.
Sometimes I love the wrong things.
Jesus is in all the places I will not go as I sit in church on a sanitized Sunday noticing all that’s wrong.
Where a version of truth equals hate and love is lost in the quest for tolerance and non-offense.
I can’t feel my feet and I’m not sure how to follow as I search for majesty in mess.
What I put to death reveals His life.
Value is determined by what I’m willing to give.
Love always gives.
Jesus sacrificed everything.
• His diety.
• His throne.
• His blood.
• His life.
He issues the invitation, “Come follow Me”.
His life for mine.
Sacrifice what I want for what He has.
Live a life pursuing Him, not the things of this world.
Love what He loves, hate what He hates.
Go where He goes.
For what we preach is not ourselves, but Jesus Christ as Lord, and ourselves as your servants for Jesus’ sake. For God said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” made His light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of God’s glory displayed in the face of Christ. But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all surpassing power is from God and not from us. 2 Corinthians 4:5-7
It’s not about a car or the things I think I need.
It’s about life and how His is revealed through mine.
What I sacrifice and serve.
Love God, love people.
Fix my eyes not on what I see but what is real, valuable, eternal.
I am His life giving delivery system.
His truth carried in clay.
I can’t take the position and not do the job.
Jesus gave, broke, died – for me, for the world.
I am His light on a hill.
Reach, bend, love.
Help the deaf hear and the blind see.
To live a life worthy of Him means I choose lower instead of higher.
The servant is not above the Master.
Love with actions and truth.
Serve instead of being served.
It’s not about what’s out there but what’s in here – in me.
On the outside I appear righteous while my insides are full of hypocrisy.
I neglect justice, mercy, faithfulness.
A white-washed tomb.
I strain out the gnat and swallow a camel.
He longs to gather me close yet so often I am not willing.
Instead of the good I want to do, I do other things:
• Harsh words
• Hurtful actions
• Lies to protect but instead divide
Where my eyes go, feet will follow.
Choose this day whom I will serve.
I can’t serve two masters.
Let the world backdrop blur.
Remember who provides all good things.
See those who need love.
Remind myself and others God doesn’t turn away.
He has a plan – a good one.
A plan of rescue and restoration.
A plan of redemption.
A plan that includes a part for me – one I must participate in and value.
His plan requires sacrifice – love always does.