Less of me
I was at the Tim Horton’s drive thru today. Well, I’m there almost every day, but that’s beside the point. As I’m sitting in line in my car, I hear this rattle. Of course my first thought is, oh no, what’s going on with my car. But then as I focus, and move forward, I realize it isn’t my car. It’s the one behind me. What a relief. Oh really? So Ken, you would rather it be the other person who has the car trouble? Well, no, I’d rather it be neither of us. But to be honest, to be really honest, If I could decide who would not have the problem, I would pick me. And in so picking, I raise my need above another, and diminish the heart of Christ in me. Jesus would wish it on himself. I, in my weakness, would rather not. To want my car to be the troubled one….that’s hard to do. But just because it’s hard, doesn’t make it impossible. I had an opportunity to challenge my thought process. So in that at least, I succeeded. I must decrease, He must increase. And if He is to increase, and He is represented by “the least of these”, then they also must increase. More of them. Less of me.
