Keep Coming Back To You0
I wrote a while back about my thoughts on the Good Samaritan as told in Luke 10. I mentioned that it’s been coming up a lot in my life over the last 8 or 9 months. Yesterday at church was no exception. The message was on the same story. Maybe I just need constant reminders.
The problem, though, that I see quite frequently within myself is that sometime my attitude isn’t quite in check. It usually happens when I’m tired or a little grouchy that I start dealing with my selfishness. Absolutely I’ll come over and help you out. Because it could be in my head that I’m thinking you’ll owe me one at some point down the line.
Sometimes my motives aren’t so pure.
I think that may be why I keep getting reminded about the Good Samaritan. He gained nothing from taking care of the man in the ditch. At least nothing he would have known about. Sure he’s now talked about in the Bible as one of the most popular stories told, but there’s no way he would have known.
Then last night we talked about Philippians 2. It starts out like this:
If you’ve gotten anything at all out of following Christ, if his love has made any difference in your life, if being in a community of the Spirit means anything to you, if you have a heart, if you CARE – then do me a favor: Agree with each other, love each other, be deep-spirited friends. Don’t push your way to the front; don’t sweet-talk your way to the top. Put yourself aside, and help others get ahead. Don’t be obsessed with getting your own advantage. Forget yourselves long enough to lend a helping hand. ~ Philippians 2:1-4 Message
It goes on further to talk about how Jesus was equal to God but made himself a servant. It’s just been weighing heavy on me to serve lately. And I love that the story keeps coming up to remind me that it’s really not all about me. Serve out of love. Not out of self-service.
As Bob Goff says, We don’t have to write everything we’re doing on a hoodie. Write it on your undershirt. Be secretly incredible. Love Does.
I think my ultimate goal this coming year is just that. I don’t really want to live a life to be noticed. I want to live a life to be remembered for its love and grace and service.