Someway, I failed to write down the exact ingredients. The result is I don’t always get Humble Pie right.
I didn’t raid the fridge near often enough to look for it.
Its taste is strange and foreign.
Humble Pie provokes a peculiar reaction.
The act of eating is distasteful.
Certainly, Humble Pie isn’t a food I seek.
However, the strangest thing happens once swallowed.
My stomach—and my soul—feel calm and satisfied. It as if the world is right. I must be close to my original wiring direct from God’s factory.
Here is what I think.
It is far too easy to be right from my point of view. I may think I honor God because I stand for truth when what I stand for is nothing more than my mistaken reality.
When I am a self appointed model saint, I harm my relationship with God, His Son, His Spirit, His Church, and my colleagues whom I judge.
Often I wonder what my reaction will be upon my resurrection from death finding myself face-to-face with Holy God.
I suspect my first meal will be a celestial table loaded with Humble Pie.
I will lament my arrogance of what I thought I knew of God when living on earth. I will cry out in remorse of my judgmental spirit.
I will see I acted far too much from my earthly nature. I will repent of what I thought I knew prior to standing in the warm glow of Holy God.
There will be this super sized lemon as the opening course with the Humble Pie. I will chew on it and gag it down with sobs of regret. God will see the blood of Jesus on me—He will extend to me His grace—and my soul will feel calm and satisfied.
All will be right. I will experience my original wiring direct from God’s factory.
Dr. Gary J. Sorrells – Reflecting on Cross Church.