Worthy or Not?

I have often composed the thought process in my mind to justify why I am not Worthy. This is not just an esoterically gendered supposition. I am truly concerned with the premise and its support. Although I do not see through the same Holy eyes as my Father in Heaven, I do see with a good measure of reality. I know me. I recognize some of my shortcomings. At least by my measure they are shortcomings. I think I could be better or choose better or interact at a more desirable level than I do. So why am I wondering about being worthy? Or, maybe an equally good question is What is it which I have deemed myself unworthy of?

On my own merit I have little of value for which I should be recognizable. Beyond my sin and my selfishness I am of all men most miserable in my existence. I have thought that I am one of those self-made men we hear so much about. The only contributions I have made are to my detriment. I am flawed, in my own eyes by my own admission. But, from what am I diminished? What I imagine I could be? Somewhat. From what I was designed and intended to be? I might suppose that to be true. From the excellence of Christ? Most certainly. Lost as deep in sin as our earthly father Adam. Lost by nature and by choice.

A startling contrast to the ideal expectations many of us seem to hold as appropriate. In contrast with no ability to alter the fact of what is. Then as the song writer has penned, Jesus in Love sent down from above and reached out his hand for me. Oh yes He did transform all who believe, including me. He is worthy. He is the highest ideal and desire of holiness which can be known. He is God. He is that perfection against which all else is measured. He alone is worthy. I am not. By myself, in myself I am not worthy. As I said, I know me. I have no hope of being worthy on my own.

He has chosen to allow His perfection to surround, supplement and succor my lack. With Him choosing me as the dwelling place for His presence, I acquire the wholeness and completeness of God in Heaven living in this earthen vessel. I am His by divine act in creation. I am lost by choice and undone by deliberate and rebellious choice. I am His by His sacrifice and choosing to place within me the faith to believe. His by design, His by choice, His by plan and purpose. Now it comes to this question. Who will tell Him He is not worthy? Who will measure Him? And what measure would be that sufficient to call Him to account against? His worth is become my covering, my worth.

I am worthy not of praise or adulation or adoration but of Exoneration by His blood. Not because I declare it to be so, but because He does. Cleansed, scars removed, re-glossed, un-drossed, remade, found in His image, altered for all eternity and in righteous standing in the presence of Him before whom no sin can enter. I am worthy and cannot justify any claim against Him. These few moments before the end of this life when I enter into the reward of His eternal presence are but fleeting ticks of time. None else matters. He declares my worth and He is worthy of all worship.

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