I am curious why I feel the need to do that for myself. If I feel I'm wronged or misunderstood, don't I run to defend myself? Don't I find others who can tell me if I'm right in a situation? Don't I lean over to my nearest friend to explain myself? Aren't I completely wrecked when someone thinks ill of me?In writing this I notice something that stand out. Me. I. Myself. My defensiveness all about protecting my image. Jesus knew that His pride and dignity shouldn't matter to Him in the sight of man. It mattered before God.
I've heard those words many times before. Even sung them! But never in this light. Jesus took on so much for us and never said a word. He could have stared the disciples down so many times and said, "I'm carrying your burdens, healing you, putting up with your stupid ideas and limited perspectives, teaching new things, showing you unlimited love, and yet somehow you are whining about ... what? Seriously!? Give me a break! I gave up my heavenly body and throne to come down here as a human... for you, you ungrateful piece of poop."
He didn't plead His case, and more often than not, I shouldn't plead mine. If He thought I was worth it, I don't need to right my image in anyone's sight but His.