It Was Never About Me!

It Was Never About Me

This is my testimony, but the story was never about me. I witnessed innocent blood shed and mourned doubly for the ones cut down in their youth while the guilty goes unpunished. I yearned for unity, for a great king to build an empire with me – a high tower, unrivalled, lasting until our last breath.

I saw a man on a journey, a woman desperate to achieve, to finally take control of her life, to laugh again and escape misery.  All she ever desired was to hold something dear, the promise of a better tomorrow, a future certain, never to be undone.

All I saw was myself, fighting for blessings, wanting them desperately, willing to do anything for the coveted prize. Yet, I always found myself on the run, exploited, accused, and never recognized. Hated by my close ones, criticized by strangers – a long, painful story. I fought hard, and still I stand.

I saw struggle and I refused to give up because deep down I still hope to see the promise. To me, I carried a dream many tried to kill as soon as it came out of my mouth.  I’ve been pushed to the edge, sold out, and many times was as unheard as the voices crying in a pit, left alone to die.  Yet, I found myself rising, maybe not to the place I would like to be, but nonetheless, emerging out of the pit.  Time again, I was forced to dry my tears and move on even when an event that should be a celebration only reminds me of all I lost in the process of being here.  I had to dry my tear and despite the pain I’m not sure will ever go away, I kept going, resisting, and fighting for the day I quit is the day I die, the day my glory is trampled under feet and the kingdom torn from my hand.

In this epic story, what I failed to realize was that I was never destined for my own glory, but for the salvation of many. It was never about me, but always about Him, the true Savior of many, the One with all power and authority, sent for the benefit of all.

Much evil was perpetrated against Him, not by error, but willingly, cruelly. We still strive to understand why He chose to forgive and bless, to care for them when they sought to shed His blood.  Our survival instinct does not allow us to comprehend the self-control it took to allow them to humiliate and betray Him, cut down His days in a calculated attempt to destroy His legacy. We only know they tried the hardest yet failed miserably, not only that, paid dearly for it.

This is what victory looks like, a war ended without strife, but in a blank of an eye, so anticlimactic.   Not the action thriller we expected, no swords pulled, no fire coming down from heaven, only His spirit rising and the Holy Spirit descending, falling freshly on those committed not to their empires but His kingdom, not to their great name or glory, but to His everlasting glory.

Let It Be So!