"For even the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many." - Mark 10:45
Even the most powerful person who ever lived. Even the only man who was also God. Even the only one who ever lived who deserved to be served. Even He did not come to be served but to serve.
I still am trying to figure out what the stink in my own life makes it so stinking painful to serve others. What is it about serving others that for me is always so awkward, unnatural? I imagine its a learned trait. The more we serve the easier it becomes to serve. But am I that constantly out of practice?
I'm married, and my wife would be grumpy with me always if I wasn't at least sometimes serving her. Although I probably do intentionally walk a line just on the edge of keeping her happy. I should work on that.
The thing which strikes me about this verse is the Lord gave his life as a ransom. He was a servant from the beginning. Which makes me think He's been in practice. He began to serve and it became natural (although I can't know if it ever became easy). Serving became normal enough in His life that He could give up His life entirely.
Fascinating. I think about stories about those believers who gave up their own lives for others and I frequently wonder if I would have the strength or the will to do so. I imagine unless I get more in the habit of serving, serving up my life will not be so doable.
Thank you Lord for serving and serving and serving. And thank you for serving me even today when I am completely unworthy of being served.