It’s so refreshing​ to be off the pedestal of man.

(Luke 4:22-30) “All spoke well of him and were amazed at the gracious words that came from his lips. “Isn’t this Joseph’s son?” they asked. Jesus said to them, “Surely you will quote this proverb to me: ‘Physician, heal yourself!’ And you will tell me, ‘Do here in your hometown what we have heard that you did in Capernaum.’ ”
“Truly I tell you,” he continued, “no prophet is accepted in his hometown. I assure you that there were many widows in Israel in Elijah’s time, when the sky was shut for three and a half years and there was a severe famine throughout the land. Yet Elijah was not sent to any of them, but to a widow in Zarephath in the region of Sidon. And there were many in Israel with leprosy in the time of Elisha the prophet, yet not one of them was cleansed—only Naaman the Syrian.” All the people in the synagogue were furious when they heard this. They got up, drove him out of the town, and took him to the brow of the hill on which the town was built, in order to throw him off the cliff. But he walked right through the crowd and went on his way.”
It’s so result to be off the pedestal of man. Thank God that I didn’t fall off that pedestal, but rather stepped off with Christ holding my hand. It’s great to walk on firm solid ground. It’s great to be able to sit on the ground and rest whenever I am tired. It’s great to lay my head on the rock to fall asleep. It’s great not to be ashamed of who I am, child of God, child of Christ.
Even when Christ was raised to the cross, the worst of the worst pedestal man can ever put you on, on the third rising of the sun, God lovingly raised him higher than any pedestal man could ever come up with.
In the words of Housefire, Jesus, my Jesus,
“Oh just to know you, To really taste and see, To really walk with you. Every moment of every day to walk with you, To be with you, To have my eyes open to see you, To have my heart open to know you Every day. This love is an everyday kind of love, Every morning I’m in it, This love is an everyday kind of love, Every evening I’m in it.”
Mine, Jesus, you are mine. Better yet, I am yours.
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