Recently I talked about my journey from an extremely insular perspective on faith to something a bit more expansive, without capitulating to the demands of being totally inclusive.
Since I wrote that entry I’ve been reflecting on another aspect of my journey which revealed quite a bit about my character and why the sacrifice of the Lamb of God mean so much to me.
I can be a snob.
I turn up my nose because it is not fitting for one of my doctrinal persuasion. I do not dare consider lowering myself to other people’s standards when I’ve embraced the truth I know. I am better than you because of this truth. The pride that rises in me can stink to heaven.
What the Lamb of God always reminds me is that it is because of such stinking sin that the Father needed to remedy it and that had to cost something significant. It had to bring about something strong enough to appease Him and bring about justice to properly reconcile these two pivotal parties. The loving father and the rebellious son whose actions has lead him astray and towards a fatal path.
I am the rebel. The Lamb died for me. I could not pay the debt I owed. I was not good enough to pay and someone paid in my place and that should bring a response of loving gratitude, with no room for any pride, or any boasting on my part.
So a big part of the journey into Christ is not to be a spiritual snob – in any shape if my ‘knowledge’ leads to me puffing myself up then it’s not truly godly ‘knowledge’ at all. If anything the more I know about Jesus, the more humble and meek I should become.
Dear God help me, I don’t want to be a spiritual snob.
For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
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