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This is one of my best friends’ babies. In her hands is a custom order from someone who’s friend lost her son to suicide last week. A son who was this age once. A son who was fiercely loved and valued and squeezed tight. A son who will always be their baby. My heart cannot fathom the overwhelming grief. Our only hope? To lift our eyes to the One who is our help in every season and situation. Jesus, come quickly.
It seems the Lord is teaching me a deeper (more experiential) meaning of what Paul talks about when he describes servants of God as “sorrowful, yet always rejoicing” (2 Corinthians 6:10a). • You see, there is so much good happening. So much joy, provision, and depth of community. So many doors opening. So many opportunities to minister and be ministered to. So much love and humility and grace and kindness and care that it has made me—quite literally—cry into a plate of chicken and waffles from the mercy of it all. • These scattered beams can only be explained by the Lord, who is dropping joy bombs and grace explosions all around. • But it’s not all chicken and waffles. • (Link to blog post in profile ❤️)
“All in all, it was a never-to-be forgotten summer—one of those summers which comes seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going—one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends, and delightful doings, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.” -L.M. Montgomery
“[It is] as if [David] had said, Separated from God I am nothing, and all that I attempt to do ends in nothing; but when I come to Him, I find an abundant supply of strength. It is highly necessary for us to consider what we are without God; for no man will cast himself wholly upon God, but he who feels himself in a fainting condition, and who despairs of the sufficiency of his own powers. We will seek nothing from God but what we are conscious of wanting in ourselves. ...the reason why God is represented as a portion is, because He alone is abundantly sufficient for us, and because in Him the perfection of our happiness consists.” -John Calvin, on Psalm 73:26

Follow me as I follow Jesus

Monday Morning Munch No. 28 – Humiliated

Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others. Have this mind among yourselves, which was also in Christ Jesus, who, though He was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied Himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. –Philippians 2:4-8

Over the past few days my mind has been continually blown as God is showing me more and more of the humiliation of Christ and what it meant for Him to humble Himself.

We know from the text that He emptied and humbled Himself, but what does that mean?

Notes in the Jerusalem Bible on the verses above give us some keen insight:

“”He emptied Himself”: this is not so much a reference to the fact of the incarnation, as to the way it took place. What Jesus freely gave up was not His divine nature, but the glory to which His divine nature entitled Him, and which had been His before the incarnation, John 17:5, and which “normally” speaking would have been observable in His human bodyHe voluntarily deprived Himself of this so that it could be returned to Him by the Father after His sacrifice.”

His giving up the glory His divine nature entitled Him seems to me perhaps the most incredible part of His humiliation. He willingly laid aside–voluntarily deprived Himself of–the glory that was rightfully His in order to carry out the will of the Father.

It started with obedience

“He humbled Himself by becoming obedient…”

Elisabeth Elliot put it this way:

“His obedience enabled Him to do anything, anything at all that would please the Father, without thought of “how it would look”. He who had known the ceaseless worship of angels came to be a slave to men. Preaching, teaching, healing the sick and raising the dead were parts of His ministry, of course, and the parts we might consider ourselves willing to do for God if that is what is asked. He could be seen as God  in those.

But Jesus also walked miles in the dusty heat. He healed, and people forgot to thank Him. He was pressed and harried by mobs of exigent people, got tired and thirsty and hungry, was “tailed” and watched and pounced upon by suspicious, jealous, self-righteous religious leaders, and in the end was flogged and spat on and stripped and had nailed hammered through His hands.

He relinquished the right (or the honor) of being publicly treated as equal with God.

If you and I were asked to write the job description of a savior, what would go on the list? A careful look at what the will of the Father included for the Savior of the world will give us a clue to what a follower of His might be expected to do.

What was Jesus’ place? A servant. A slave. My bearing toward others arises out of my life in Him.

Jesus’ spectacular humiliation is completely overwhelming to me.

He, of course, humbled Himself in order to honor the Father, but why did the Father see fit to crush the Son and have Him pour Himself out in such an astonishing and degrading way?

Because it was the only way to reconcile sinners.


He did it all for us. For you. For me.

I am humbled and amazed at this staggering example.

Thank You, Jesus.

One comment on “Monday Morning Munch No. 28 – Humiliated

  1. Beth S. says:

    Since I’m not on FB, I just wanted to tell you that we noticed your by-line in the Paducah Sun sports section. Great job.
    And we’re big fans of EEliot as well. Friends drove up to Chicago last weekend to hear her daughter Valerie speak. Great encouragement to persevere.
    Have a good day!
    –Beth S.

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