Yesterday I learned two discomforting things about myself. One was that I still have trouble when I turn out to be not as clever as I thought I was. Pride? Of course.
The other is that I still depend on some
people in certain situations instead of relying on the Lord. Idolatry? Probably,
but whatever it is, it eventually leads to disappointment.
The Bible passage for today is mostly
about the second lesson. It says, “I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where
does my help come? My help comes from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth. He will not let your foot be moved; he who keeps you
will not slumber. Behold, he who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord is your keeper; the Lord is your shade on your right hand.
The sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord will keep you from all evil; he
will keep your life. The Lord will
keep your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forevermore.” (Psalm 121:1–8)
People cannot be any of that for me. God is
my helper. He can use people, but that is up to Him, so my reliance must be on
Him, not on others. Whatever I need, I’m to trust Him to take care of it.
The rest of today’s devotional addresses
the pride that smacked me in the face. It says that humility is vital, but true
humility is not about looking down at my feet or down on myself for not being
what I think I should be. True humility is developed by looking up, by “standing
at my very highest, then looking at Christ” and with that, becoming forever
humble.
Humility is not about how low I think I am,
but about how amazing and great God is, how unfailing and perfect. Instead of
comparing myself to others I consider lesser (and becoming prideful), or to others
I consider greater (and being filled with self-pity or self-loathing), I should
be looking at Jesus and being filled with awe.
He is God, yet He loves me. He is eternal
life, yet died for me. He is holy and perfection, yet accepts me. He has all resources
and yet takes care of my needs. My help comes from Him. He never goes to sleep
on the job, will not let evil touch me, and if it slips through, it is because He
is going to use it for good in my life. He protects me, only allowing what can
be used to transform me into His image.
Is Jesus clever? No, not like I measure cleverness.
He did not care about wit, what others thought, or getting “well done” written
on His life. He did the will of God and trusted His Father to use life’s
circumstances, regardless of what they looked like on His resume.
Nor did Jesus depend on people, at least not
like I do. He asked the disciples to pray with Him, but He knew they were
tired, unreliable and going to let Him down. Instead, He trusted His Father and
the Holy Spirit.
My lessons yesterday were about learning
to think like Jesus thinks. He gave me His mind (which is utterly amazing) and
expects me to use it. That means being unconcerned about earthly success (no
vanity, no pride) and no unrealistic expectations. I’m to trust God because, like
the psalmist, I know where my help comes from.
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