Traffic is heavy, moving like a dried up earthworm.
Good Christian that I am, I flash my lights to signal to the driver in the crossroad that he can enter the main highway, even though I have the right of way.
He pulls in line in front of me.
No wave. No nod. No “thank you” gesture whatsoever.
“You’re welcome!” I shout snarkily within the cone of silence that is my car.
So, um, my motivation for letting the driver in had nothing to do with showing reverence for Jesus, but everything to do about my need to be thanked.
Forgive me, driver. Forgive me, Jesus.
Matthew 20: 26 “Not so with you. Instead, whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant,1 27 and whoever wants to be first must be your slave-28 just as the Son of Man2 did not come to be served, but to serve,3 and to give his life as a ransom4 for many.”
Thank you, Jesus.