It’s not really about me. In the eternal and cosmic sense, it just isn’t about me. It always feels like an epiphany each time I arrive at this truth. What is it about then? It is about Jesus Christ. It is about Jesus Christ the Son of God who willingly underwent a drawn-out, excruciating death by crucifixion – one of mankind’s most inhumane methods of capital punishment. The mystery of this penultimate cruel physical torture and its devastating supernatural power is lost on most nonbelievers and even many believers.
It’s not about my pain, my suffering, my trials. In the eternal sense, my life is a mere spark, a flicker. I am like grass with a flower. 1 Peter 1:24 (NIV.) Jesus Christ died to heal and reconcile broken and sinful man with Holy God.
As do most people, most of the time, I feel I am the center of my myopic little universe, but that is not the truest perspective. The truest perspective require us to hit the zoom button and back out – way, way, way out.
In actuality, I am somewhere between the amoeba
and the Milky Way.
And, the most glorious and amazing truth is – He knows every little detail about me and yet, He still died for me. Amazing love.
“There is salvation in no one else; for there is no other name under heaven that has been given among men by which we must be saved.” Acts 4:12
Regardless of what I am professionally, socially or ethnically, my core identity is simply this – a follower of Jesus Christ. I know. That sounds so pious. All that it really means is that I cannot and will not live another minute or day without my relationship with Him. Life is way too hard to do it on my own. I cannot express with words how grateful I am that Jesus Christ lives and that I have a living, ongoing, real relationship with Him.