Before I knew it, I found myself seated at the Table of Trifling, Pride on my right and Vanity on my left. Both went on and on about "no good deed going unpunished" and "no one really understands what it's like." We reveled in our hurt and toasted to our pain.
Then I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, a whisper in my ear. To the chagrin of Pride and Vanity, Self was led by the Spirit to a side room, where a Bible lay open to Psalm 110, another to 1 Peter 2:21-25. There I read of Jesus Messiah: Conquering King, Presiding Priest, Suffering Savior, Shepherd of Souls.
"He committed no sin, neither was deceit found in his mouth. When he was reviled, he did not revile in return; when he suffered, he did not threaten, but continued entrusting himself to him who judges justly. He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed" (1 Peter 2:22-24).
Pity Party Cancelled.
Let Pride and Vanity revel in their misery.
Christ has set me free.