Realized something nasty about myself today.
I realized that I really really need to be right. Like to a disgusting level, I need to be right.
No matter how much I have to distort and put “right” through the wringer, I need to be right. No matter how much I tell you that I want to know if I’m wrong, I need to be right. No matter what it might do to our relationship, no matter what the costs may be, no matter whether or not I’m acting like Jesus, I need to be right.
I debate even posting this, because most often, even when I’m confessing something it’s because I need to be the guy who confesses things. That’s the right thing to do.
Jesus spent almost no time defending Himself. He came in the flesh to receive all of my wrongs. He was falsely accused and killed for my wrongs, in order that I might get credit for everything that He did right.
That wasn’t fair. In the face of all time’s ultimate example of unfairness, He was silent. He didn’t have to be seen as right. He was willing to be seen as wrong … for me.
God, help me to believe the gospel. Help me to know that it’s true. Help me to know that it says that I don’t have to defend myself. Help me know that it says that I don’t have to be right.
Originally posted to my Facebook page, September 18, 2012.