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Humility


I am currently reading Fugitive Pieces by Anne Michaels. Read it. It's amazing; quite possibly one of the best-written books I've ever read.


I was intrigued this morning by this line: "Let your humility grow larger than your shame." Doesn't that encapsulate the very soul of the Christian life?


The more we grow in holiness (that is, the more we yearn to be more and more Christ-like), we become blindingly aware that we are not God. Worse yet, we very often choose to be unlike Him. We choose sin. The irony is that as we grow in holiness, we grow more aware of that choice of sin, and our shame grows.


The solution of course, is Christ. The only solution. The solution is humility in Christ. To recognize that we are sinners and the only thing that can save us is Christ. Not ourselves. Not the world. Not a book, or a hobby, or a job, or a reliance on anything except Christ.


In my life, shame often masquerades as pride. That may seem antithetical, but it is not. My shame creates an attitude of "I'm right, I'm always right, and that's that." Except that it isn't. No matter how hard I might try to perfect myself and take pride in doing so, I cannot. I must be humble enough to allow Christ to do in my life what needs to be done. My humility must grow larger than the shame of my inadequacy, my short-fallings, my sins. It must be: it is no longer I who live, but Christ in me.

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