I really like my sin.
I really like my comforts.
I really like my habits.
I really like my selfishness.
I really like my idols.
But, but, but Jesus is better.
I think for a lot of my life I didn’t believe that. I loved relationship with God and I loved knowing about Him, but I didn’t really believe that Jesus was better than all these other things I wanted. My unwillingness to even try to surrender bore witness to my true beliefs. I clung, clung, clung to things that could not satisfy [my desires and my comfort and my plans and my goodness] and clinched them with grubby little hands. I dared God to take them away as if to say “you won’t be good if you take these from me.”
But Psalm 34.8 says “Taste and see that the Lord is good. Blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him.”
And I have tasted. And I have seen He is good.
Communion with Him is far better than any other. And having seen that and tasted that, I understand that it’s worth dying to myself.
Giving up my selfishness.
Sacrificing up my comforts.
Laying down my desires.
Surrendering my plans.
Because Jesus is better. Life with Him, under His rule, in Him, is best.
May you taste and see as well.
Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which comes through faith in Christ, the righteousness from God that depends on faith— that I may know him and the power of his resurrection, and may share his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, that by any means possible I may attain the resurrection from the dead.