The king, the great King, had no need, when he was mistreated and considered lowly, to insist that He was in fact the Sovereign King of the Universe. He never demanded his rights as God; He didn’t even request a room to sleep in, choosing instead to spend his nights on the soil He had made with a word. The only person who came close to guessing Jesus’ true identity was a Roman centurion, who said that he wasn’t worthy for Jesus to even come into his house, it would have been such an honor for the centurion. This Jesus, Sovereign King of the Universe, endured the blows and insults of people who He had chosen to create.
There’s a story of George Washington, when, finding some privates who needed help setting up their tent, assisted them as if it were nothing for the commander in chief to help the lowly. Perhaps he was just imitating his Savior. The imitation didn’t come close. This was the Sovereign King of the Universe… doing the job of a servant, washing His disciples’ feet.
Even though He was God, He did not think equality with God was something to cling to. Instead, He gave up His divine privileges; he took the humble position of a slave and was born as a human being. When He appeared in human form, He humbled himself in obedience to God and died a criminal’s death on a cross.
And what, by chance, did God do to honor this humility?
God elevated Him to a place of Highest Honor and gave him the name above All Other Names, that at the name of Jesus, every knee will bow, in heaven, and earth, and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of the Father.
idk if anybody reads this blog anymore… but see how Jesus acted, what He did? We’re supposed to have that same attitude Jesus did (philipians 2:5)… even washing the disciple’s FEET wasn’t beneath… the Sovereign King of the Universe. He was the one who was the most important… and God raised Him up. Whoever humbles himself will be exalted, and whoever exalts himself will be humbled. So… maybe nothing is “beneath me.” Maybe the little things are important after all. Maybe I don’t need to save the world… or even all of FedEx. Maybe I just need to tell one person about my Jesus. Or *be* my Jesus. That’s what Christian means: little Christ. And how? The little things.