The Lord Jesus had originated for his people as their representative before the throne, long before they appeared upon the stage of time. It was “from everlasting” that he signed the compact with his Father, that he would pay blood for blood
I had spent not nearly enough time considering the kind of person that I was. Was I patient? Was I kind? Was I growing, changing, learning? Who was I?
Are we engaging in the long and beautiful process of change?
We discover who we are on the edge of our limits, kind or cruel, just or unjust, strong or weak, the truth of our character resides on the boundaries of our supposed self-sufficiency.
My mother had a favorite picture of the Sacred Heart of Jesus that hung in our foyer. You couldn’t miss it when you entered the house.
I don’t know how to change the inside of me. I’m great at the outside, that I can handle. I don’t know anyone else that knows how to do this thing. I’ve gone back to source, to God, and told Him who I am, and what I do, and why I do it, although I think He knew. I’ve told Him I don’t like it, and that if He’d help me change I’d be really grateful.
Is the Creator of the universe insecure? Is he incomplete if I don’t honor him? Does he sulk when I forget to praise him? Is God an egomaniac?