Today I was going to write about "our responsibilities as mature Christians". Fortunately, before I started, I was reminded of the truth: I am nothing. I am not mature. I am a prideful, arrogant, abrasive sinner. I have not earned anything from God, let alone done anything that I should consider myself better than others. Instead, in my sin, God chose to sacrifice his son Jesus - purely out of his love - to atone for my shortcomings, redeem my soul, and grant me eternal life.
Who am I that the lord of all the earth, would care to know my name?
Who am I that the eyes that see my sin, would look on me with love?
Who am I that the voice that calms the sea, would call out through the rain and calm the storm in me?
Not because of who I am, but because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done, but because of who you are.
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