Have you ever been right? Known it deep down? But no one else would hear you? How do you like being around someone who's always right? Not someone who always HAS to be right, or who flaunts always being right (or always flaunts being right) - someone who actually IS ALWAYS right. By now you're thinking that this is all just hypothetical, for there isn't anyone like that. Au contraire! There is someone like that. I talk to Him almost (?) every day. He doesn't make me feel stupid just because I am. He is so kind and gentle when I have made a mess. He gets down beside me on his knees to clean it up. He will gently clean me too, for my messes splash all over, onto places I don't see or can't reach. Sometimes a mere gentle wipe is all that is needed; sometimes He has to scrub so hard it hurts. Most often that happens when the sludge has been on me for some time and has dried there. The sooner I go to Him, the easier it is to clean up, for Him to clean me up.
I remember one time - it was quite a while ago - when no one would listen to him. (Well, almost no one; there were a few, but they really had no influence, just stood by and watched, silent.) He was right of course - always was. They got so mad! They were so mad they wanted to kill Him - did kill Him actually.
Sometimes I'm right (Hey, we all have a 50/50 shot), but no one will listen. Or else they listen and nod, but then ignore. I asked Him about that ('cause He is always right, y'know), and he said, "Follow me." So I looked at what He did when He was right and everyone else wrong. Thing is, it wasn't merely a matter of personal preference, but of life and death. It wasn't about carpet or chairs or pews or music or building projects or money; it was actually important. It wasn't about perceived snubs and cliques and miscommunications, but about life. About missing it. It actually mattered. So I looked at the words He used to address the situation - "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." Later, "It is finished." Let me pay; paid in full.
Sometimes I'm right (Hey, we all have a 50/50 shot), but no one will listen. Or else they listen and nod, but then ignore. I asked Him about that ('cause He is always right, y'know), and he said, "Follow me." So I looked at what He did when He was right and everyone else wrong. Thing is, it wasn't merely a matter of personal preference, but of life and death. It wasn't about carpet or chairs or pews or music or building projects or money; it was actually important. It wasn't about perceived snubs and cliques and miscommunications, but about life. About missing it. It actually mattered. So I looked at the words He used to address the situation - "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." Later, "It is finished." Let me pay; paid in full.
So I guess the question is, do I want to be, like, right?
Or do I want to be like Christ?
Or do I want to be like Christ?
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