A while ago, I began Max Lucado’s book, It’s Not About Me. Though it is a short book, it is chock full of illustrations and arguments for reflecting God’s glory. I had posted earlier here about this book but here is more. Enjoy!
The moon models our role.
What does the moon do? She generates no light. Contrary to the lyrics of the song, this harvest moon cannot shine on. Apart from the sun, the moon is nothing more than a pitch-black, pockmarked rock. But properly positioned, the moon beams. Let her do what she was made to do, and a clod of dirt becomes a source of inspiration, yea, verily, romance. The moon reflects the greater light.
And she’s happy to do so! You never hear the moon complaining. She makes no waves about making waves. Let the cow jump over her or astronauts step on her; she never objects. Even though sunning is accepted while mooning is the butt of bad jokes, you won’t hear ol’ Cheeseface grumble. The moon is at peace in her place. And because she is, soft light touches a dark earth.
What would happen if we accepted our place as Son reflectors?
Tags: Max Lucado
Having finished Carter Conlon’s book, I picked up another one that I had purchased some months ago but have never gotten around to finishing. It’s another delightful, little, book and if you’ve struggled with pride, feeling superior, or that everything should go YOUR way, this one is for you. Entitled “It’s Not About Me” by Max Lucado, the message is hard hitting. Here’s a tiny morsel from pages 5-6
When God looks at the center of the universe, he doesn’t look at you. When heaven’s stagehands direct the spotlight toward the star of the show, I need no sunglasses. No light falls on me.
Lesser orbs, that’s us. Appreciated. Valued. Loved dearly. But central? Essential? Pivotal? Nope…Contrary to the Ptolemy within us, the world does not revolve around us. Our comfort is not God’s priority. If it is, something’s gone awry. If we are the marquee event, how do we explain…challenges like death, disease, slumping economies, or earthquakes? If God exists to please us, then shouldn’t we always be pleased?
God does not exist to make a big deal out of us. We exist to make a big deal out of him. It’s not about you. It’s not about me. It’s all about him.
Well, at the risk of directly transcribing the whole book, I need to stop. There’s another excerpt coming tomorrow but do yourself a favor and buy the book. It really is that good.
Tags: Max Lucado