I just finished reading Job in the Amplified Bible, and this version adds a little summary to the last verse of the next-to-last chapter in this book: [And now, Job, who are you who dares not arouse the unmastered crocodile, yet who dares resist Me, the beast's Creator, to My face? Everything under the heavens is Mine; therefore, who can have a claim against God?] ~ Job 41:34 endnote, emphasis mineThis stopped me in my tracks. How often do I live, maybe not with words but in actions, as if I have rights? As an indoctrinated American (I am not bashing this great land that I love), I have been raised thinking that I have three inalienable rights: life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness. But before God, the Creator of all, I must learn that I have no rights. If I do not get my way, I cannot go before God and whine and demand my (American) rights. How dare I say anything to Him about what I deserve? How often do I think that I do not deserve this or that I deserve better?! I deserve nothing. I deserve hell. Period. He may grant me rights, but I cannot demand anything of Him.
Who am I?
Everything, every day, every breath is purely a gift. Knowing this, how could I not give thanks in all things?
“Tomorrow's never promised, but it is we swear.Thank You, Jesus, for Your saving grace for this undeserving mess called self!
Think we holding our own, just a fist full of air.
God has never been obligated to give us life.
If we fought for our rights, we'd be in hell tonight.” ~ Lecrae
