So, today my day began with a woman from one of our ministries calling me to let me know that the reason she wouldn’t let anyone know about the work being done here at 8th Street was that I treated everyone as if they are beneath me. She let me know that she wasn’t the only one that felt that way, but that she was the only one that had shoulders broad enough to share that criticism.
I have to say that I was completely dumbfounded.
In defense of myself, I could provide a long list of accolades and at-a-boys from our long tenure here in Midtown. I could get mad and ban her from the ministry, and my guess is that I could get a few hundred ministry patrons to back me up for the banishment.
“He gave up his place with God and made himself nothing.” Paul writes in Philippians 2:7 speaking about the Son of God himself.
I’m not sure you can get anymore to the point than that and yet that’s the modern Christian challenge, isn’t it?
Jesus gave up Heaven to become a human servant and then die the most horrible death known to man, crucifixion. A crucifixion for me and a world of me’s.
Have I done that, made myself nothing? No.
Will I ever do that? No.
Will the broken like me call us out on being hypocrites? Yes.
Been there, done that—I’ll check that off of my Bucket List.
We all talk that etherial talk, right? We get caught up in our own hype and basically do little toward the ultimate goal of making disciples as we go and this lady let me know it.
“I am on the fence about nearly everything I’ve seen,
And I have felt the fire be put out by too much gasoline;
And we’re all strangers passing through a place and time afternoon,
Life is but a vision in a window that we’re peeking through.
A helpless conversation with a man who says he cares a lot,
It’s a passive confrontation about who might throw a punch or not;
We are all transgressors, we’re all sinners, we’re all astronauts,
So if you’re beating death then raise your hand but shut up if you’re not!”
It’s like they wrote that song about me.
Christians are always big about throwing around words like accountability and allowing your inner circle to speak truth into our lives. It’s just always a shock when someone actually does it.
Did she have my permission to speak into my life in such a harsh way?
Yeah, she did.
Now it’s up to me to take her kick in the junk and learn from it. It’s time I truly realize that I am nothing and never will be.
But, He is.
Join us at 8th Street, you will never be the same.