Sometimes I Forget
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Sometimes I Forget

Some years ago I was driving across the Indiana Turnpike and realized I was close to the university I had attended and if I tuned the radio to the university station I could hear the weekly church service.  Much to my delight when the speaker was introduced I knew him.  In the next few minutes my delight turned into keen interest for the sermon was one I had written.  A year or so prior the speaker’s brother asked if I could help him out with a half dozen sermons.  Apparently he had passed them on.  As I listened I was sure somewhere in that sermon due credit would be given.  It wasn’t.

Was I miffed?  Yeah, I was.  But the more I thought about it the more I understood how wrong it was for me to be miffed.  Number one – I gave it away.  Number two – I have never had an original idea in my whole life.  Everything I have ever written or spoken has been taken from others.  All I ever do is repackage the ideas with different words.  And number three – the whole point is to bring glory to God for giving us Jesus and saving us.  Why was I wanting the glory?  I really needed to put things into perspective.  It wasn’t about me.  It was and always is about Jesus.

By the time I got halfway across Ohio I had it pretty much worked out.  I remembered Revelation 5:12.  “Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honor, and glory, and blessing.”

Many times since I have reminded myself that it isn’t about me.  It’s all about Jesus.  At least it’s supposed to be.  Sometimes I forget.

Written by Roger Bothwell on January 12, 2012

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