Jesus was a Servant.
I have heard that. I know that. Jesus washed his disciples’ feet, he hung out with the lowest of the low, healed those other peple wouldn’t even come near. But sometimes, when you grow up in church, it’s easy to just “know” stuff and not “get” it.
But this week, as I was studying the book of Mark, I felt like I was slowly beginning to “get” it. Jesus was a Servant. Jesus – who was the Son of God, the King of Kings – God with us – this Jesus served others. And when his disciples crowded around him and begged to have the best seats in heaven, he looked at them and told them to get over themselves. “For even the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.” (Mark 10:45).
It’s hard to be a servant, to look for ways I can help others instead of thinking of all the ways others can help me. Being self-centered is just SO much easier. But a life where Krista McGee is the center of the universe isn’t a life that God called me to. And because of that, it isn’t a life that will bring joy. I have certainly learned that. Being “me-centered” just makes me cranky.
So in choosing a life that is full, a life of joy, an abundant life, I must choose to serve. To follow the example Christ gave.