What He Did For Me…

On my drive down to Williamsburg tonight to visit my in-laws, God taught me a very important and convicting lesson.  I was singing to my worship CD, and the song (my brain is temporarily drawing a blank on which one it was) talked about Jesus coming to earth.  It suddenly struck me how much Jesus gave up to come here so that I might have a relationship with Him and eternal salvation. 

I wrote earlier on my blog about my fears of leaving the comforts of America to go to a place that seems foreign, dirty, and strange to me.  This pales in comparison to what Jesus gave up for me.  

He left heaven, a place with glory unsurpassed by anything our minds can even imagine.  He entered a world with sinful humans, dirty streets, sickness, disease, and injustice.  He was the King of King and Lord of Lords, yet He willingly became flesh and was born to a simple family with no riches or fame that He deserved.  He went to a people that not only didn’t welcome Him but spat upon Him, beat Him, mocked Him, and killed Him.  

I’m going to a place where I might be inconvenienced, but it’ll likely be by the overwhelming love and hospitality shown to me and my family.  I might get my clothes dirty, but chances are I won’t be persecuted.  I might miss home and might even become ill, but it’s absolutely nothing compared to what He did for me.  

I’m so thankful that He gently reminded me of this truth.  I’m thankful that He knows we’re dust and tend to become consumed with trivial things, failing to see our lives with His eternal perspective.  I’m thankful that He forgives us when we’re selfish and prideful.  I pray that this lesson will remain close to my heart when I become concerned with the changes before me.  I’m thankful for what He did for me.