“Selfish ambition should not be part of a Christian’s life,” my pastor said Sunday morning.
Ouch! I’m prepared to pray, serve, read the bible, now I need to watch for this?
I was undone.
That killed me.
“God didn’t pour his Son’s life into you so you can fill your life with amusements, worldliness, and money,” he said.
Where’s the exit?
“Mourn so you can be happy. Being sad over your sins is part of being a Christian. If Jesus submitted himself to the Father, why can’t you?”
Good question. Why can’t I?
It’s because I’m wired to turn inwards like a pretzel. It’s my comfortable place. I’ve been doing it since birth.
It takes the power of God to untwist me, and that hurts. It feels foreign.
And it’s impossible to do apart from the active work of the Holy Spirit in me.
But he is my only hope. I have no one else in heaven or on earth.
Jesus secured that right by giving himself in life and in death for me. See Galatians 2:20
What’s stopping me from trading my puny ambitions for his all-encompassing vision he has for me?
Faith in the gospel. He died for me so he could live in me.
So what’s more important, my puny desires or embracing his goals for me with gladness?