Taken from the song “My Jesus” by Todd Agnew
He asks the question “do I want to be like my Jesus?” I quickly answer yes. Then he goes on to ask me to describe my Jesus.
Do I describe him as the world does with blue eyes, flowing golden hair and a smooth complexion?
What about the Jesus on the cross, he suggests? The one who is covered in blood, scarred from the lashes of the soldier’s whips, nails through his hands and feet carrying the weight of his body on the cross, the one who was mocked and spit upon. What about this Jesus? Do I wish to be like him?
My flesh screams out “Give me the pretty Jesus” yet my soul cries for my savior hanging on the cross.
My soul wants to love the unlovable, serve the poor, take care of the widows and give to the least of these. I long to forgive others as Christ has forgiven me, to rejoice in my trials, to be strong and courageous through Christ who strengthens me, to let go of this world and trust in that Jesus is sufficient.
Oh, I want to be like Jesus; the Jesus who is humble, who comforts, is wise, is discerning, and who points us to our heavenly father.
Lord, pry each finger off our possessions, break each mirror of conceit we look into, disarm each weapon of resentment and anger, destroy each fortress we call home and breakdown every wall of haughtiness that places us above others and shatter every picture we place on the wall of our minds that is not of you.
Lord, may we see sunshine in the darkness, hope in the oppressed, freedom in captivity, grace in our pain, and joy in our trials – all that you may be glorified.
May I, may WE, be like you, Jesus.
Just a Thought…
