Considering God’s tremendous plan for redemption and His willing sacrifice to carry that out it would be reasonable for me to assume that it was done for me.  Reflecting upon His grand design of the world as it hangs presumably by itself as part of a grander universe, over billions or trillions of light years, it would be sensible to consider myself greatly loved by God.  It would make sense that since my enemies continue to make it clear that I am a wretched, over-valued, underproductive, unloved worthless piece of man flesh that the opposite is a truth he cannot tolerate.  It would be difficult to understand that God would expend other men on my behalf so that He might bring me through the travails, but this is what His Word tells me.  Am I to consider myself so highly, knowing that the Almighty Father of this and every universe did this all for me, of course not for that is the secret handshake, the ironic riddle, the unspoken rhyme of it all?

For pride was, is and has always been the avenue through which sin finds entry to creation.  Yes, God loves me that much, but it reflects upon Him, every facet, every shiny detail of His benevolence, grace and mercy toward His children.  I have done nothing except admit my love for a Father who deserves it, wants it and asks for nothing else.  Do I take delight in knowing that God will do whatever is necessary to bring me through this life, so that we might live together in the next?  Absolutely, but it is still simply put a benefit given to me neither deserved, derived or credited to my worthiness.  He chose me, He saved me, He sustains me, He protects me, provides for me and when time arrives He will snatch me out of here so I do not have to suffer His wrath set upon the Earth.  Was that done for me?  Let me put it this way, If I were God I would be last knucklehead allowed in eternity.  Perhaps He sees something to which I have been made blind.

Yes, this is for me, but not in the way you think.  I get the opportunity to make sound choices and be guided by His Spirit in a quest to become like Him.  That is the American Dream, but not only nationalistic it is the desire of all men to resemble their maker.  Unfortunately, what we are seeing in the degradation of this world is that we don’t all have the same maker and some are just learning, practicing and achieving resemblance to the father of lies.  Every situation is limiting the position of “fence-sitter”.  All arguments have become perfectly polar.  There after all are only two sides.  So those cabinets, cubbies, lockers and secret passages I maintain control of in my own life, failing to sacrifice or relinquish to Christ are my aids, abedments, services and likages to the enemy.  Yes, this is about me and How closely at the end of this life will my work here resemble His work here.  Lord, I wanna be like you in every way.  Thank you for loving me so I accept the opportunity and wish that you will help me to make the most of it.  In Jesus’s Name.