Tonight is not about me.
Tonight is about Jesus.
If tonight is about me at all, it’s about my sin. It’s about the enormity of my filth. Look at me. How many times have I said I’d do something, but failed to follow through? How many times have I made promises but not kept them? How many times have I been selfish, making it about me, and not about others? My filth, and how often I have returned to it, even knowing better, again and again and again and again.
I have sinned. By my fault. By my own fault. By my own most grievous fault.
And tonight I see the weight of my sin, the offense my filth has caused. Do you see your Savior? Do you see him, there, all his weight hanging on three nails piercing through skin and muscle and arteries? I did that. Me. That is how offensive my filth is. That is the cost.
And Jesus pays it all.
He screams at the top of his lungs, bursting vocal cords, bellowing out with all the strength that is left in him, “It is finished!” Paid in full! It’s over! It’s done!
I owe nothing.
Tonight is not about me.
It’s about Jesus.
Tonight I led a Good Friday service. And I pray I pointed to the cross. The only time I talked about me is when I stood with the congregation and confessed my sins. Otherwise, it was about Jesus, only Jesus. How he completed our salvation. How he paid the price. We stood in wonder at the foot of the cross.
And on the way out, in the silence, I received tearful hugs, and people whispered in my ear, “I’m going to miss you pastor. I love you, pastor.”
And… and… but…
But it’s not about me!
Says the guy that one post ago was trying to figure out if he should be offended that there seems to be no official goodbye planned.
… if it’s about me, it’s about my sin. My selfishness.
I’m never happy, am I?
One day I complain about no one seeming to notice… and the next I complain that they do notice, but at the wrong time.
If I am known as a pastor who pointed to Christ, I will be content.
I need to say it again so I get it through my thick skill: If I am known as a pastor who pointed to Christ, I will be content.
And I pray that tonight, when the people expressed their sorrow over my leaving, it was because tonight I pointed them to Christ, and they want a pastor who does that. I pray that it was the proper love a people have for the person who connects them with Jesus. And… and I think it was.
And… and if there is no formal goodbye, these words, even if they were after a Good Friday service, I will value them.
I will miss the people here. I do look forward to a new adventure, but… man.
It’s not about me. And that’s a good thing.
It’s about Jesus.