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Lord, please don't humble me

   “Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.” (Matthew 18:4, ESV)

It's funny, sometimes we do such soul searching for the mysterious path to growing in Christ. We agonize over life decisions and reading plans, hoping that we will stumble on that one thing with which we can please the Lord and find new growth.

And as we agonize, we overlook some of the things that the Lord made so obvious to us. In this passage, Jesus, with no mixing of words, tells us that the path to greatness is found in humility.

Humble yourself.

I'm reminded of that (unrelenting) Meatloaf song that goes, "I would do anything for love, but I won't do that..." I would translate that sentiment here as, "I would do anything for my Savior, just so long as it doesn't involve humility."

Personally, I want to pursue greatness in the kingdom through means that still carry some prestige, some special dignity. I tell myself that there are many ingredients to becoming a deep and lifelong follower of Christ, and as long as I'm pursuing those other ingredients, it's okay that I don't pay too much attention to humility.

But that delusion won't hold up under even the briefest examination by God's word. Far from rising to greatness on my "alternative" path, I would stand condemned as one who acted like he knew better than Christ.

So today, I will pray for the humility I lack. I will seek forgiveness for my willfulness. I will seek the face of the Savior who did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but instead humbled himself to the point of death on a cross (Philippians 2:6-8).

Father, humble me to follow in the way of your humble Son.


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