There’s a prerequisite for heaven. It’s called death.
You remember that line from the movie, Princess Bride? “There’s dead and then there’s mostly dead.”
The other day I realized I was only mostly dead. Or even less than that. Maybe just a smidge dead.
But I wanted to be SEEN as totally dead. Dead to self. To selfishness. To self-centeredness.
Several times in the course of two days I gave time and effort and gave up comfort to go out of my way and serve someone.
And you know what? It didn’t seem to matter at all. No one said “thanks”, much less threw a parade.
The kid I tutor was rude and uncooperative. The meal I made for someone didn’t fit their dietary restrictions. And, and, and…
And my bratty 13-year-old self, wanted a high five or at least a little “Woohoo!” from Jesus. And by that I mean from everyone around me.
The main person I really wanted to serve was myself.
I wanted the image of serving others, and the perk of being noticed and admired.
I wanted it to look like I had a shiny outside but my inside was pretty gross…maggoty in fact.
Have you ever recognized this in yourself? Maybe once?