Because I brought so much to the party. Because I had some talent and intellect. Because I was kinda winsome and had some leadership skills. Because I was creative and didn’t adhere to the status quo. Because I was a dreamy visionary. Because I was a passionate go-getter. Because I took my faith so much more seriously than most. Because—let’s face it—if he really wanted to get anything done in the world, he’d go farther faster with me on board.
Because. Because. Because. Because.
Turns out I was wrong. The longer I stick with this faith, the more clearly I understand that if any of those things are at all true, and if God is at all interested in them at all, it’s only incidental.
No. As it turns out I am important to God just because I am. Because I am me. Because I am here, now. In this place, at this moment in history. I’m not important to him because he needs me, but because he loves me.
I have only two words for how it feels to slowly come to understand this:
Humiliating. Liberating.
