My weakness.

Jesus, you said that foxes have holes and birds have nests, but you have no where to lay your head.

Last night I slept in a queen sized bed.

You were among the poorest of the poor.

I have two cars and a house, which puts me among the wealthiest to ever live.

Your word says that you willingly “took our weaknesses and bore our diseases.”

I work diligently to preserve my own life.

You were mocked, spit on, tortured.

I experience none of those things.

You consoled the poor and hurting while you demanded justice from those on top.

Much of my life has been spent managing my reputation.
 
Jesus, if one of your disciples from ages ago met me today, would they recognize me as their brother in Christ?   

You say that your power is made perfect in my weakness.  Well, Lord, there’s a whole lot of weakness here, so feel free to unleash some of that power!

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Jesus. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s