HE IS JEALOUS FOR ME.
Arrogance must be the downfall of us all. Arrogance that tells us that we are worthy of service, able to love, and valuable in our own eyes. I am gifted, loved, and unimaginably blessed…therefore I am worthy. I am unbroken, whole, and fit, therefore I can serve. I am good, righteous, knowledgeable, therefore I can love. I am ready, I sit at the Maker’s feet, worship occasionally, therefore I am valuable.
God comes. He whispers, I am jealous for your affections. I am worthy. I serve. I love. I am the utmost. Little one, you are nothing. Little one, you are crowned in my kingdom, therefore you have been made worthy. Little one, I am holy, you are sin.
I beat my fists. I cry and scream and wrestle and tell God that I am worthy to work. But he says you are worthy because I made you worthy. I touched you lips and made you clean. I opened your mouth and enabled you to speak. Come to me. Worship me. Lay at the foot of my cross…there you are worthy. Your mind is small, my thoughts are high. Rest. Come and love me. Experience my joy. I am jealous for your affections.
Don’t serve. Don’t work. Don’t beat your fists. Worship me. May your joy abound, overflow, and testify to my holiness.
May I be sanctified by his blood and know that my worthiness for service, love, and work come from HIM. May his jealousy lead me to the foot of his cross. May I be cleansed by his perfection. Made fit by his provision.
