Our Shallow Perspective

In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have used the word “Tribulation” for yesterday’s post. Let me clarify that, I shouldn’t have used the word “Tribulation”. In actuality, it’s kind of embarrassing that I did. A lot of times these insights into what we can get worked up about, can provide us with an overview of where our heads and hearts are. It’s not pretty and it can be indicative of how quickly our surroundings and what we are used to, can affect our vision and our mindset. 

We all have expectations on how we should be treated and appreciated and the standards that we have come to anticipate. But these expectations and standards aren’t level across the playing field for everyone, even within our own privileged society that we live in. We argue about whether we should get “the jab”, whereas there are many others in this world who would like to have the opportunity to actually be able to exercise this decision. Cold weather is approaching and we naturally assume that we can keep warm because our homes and places of worship have roofs and internal heating available. Pretty hard to keep a worship area warm when it has no roof and only walls.

We become accustomed to our surroundings and privileges and accept them as the “norm”. But what we call “the norm” is beyond the dreams of many, both within our society and without. Sometimes I am embarrassed by the shallowness of my thinking, when I fail to consider what I no longer consider. What I consider an item of importance for discussion at my table, may not even be on your table, because you don’t have a table.  

Jesus continually showed us to look at a bigger picture, to what truly mattered and what was eternal. Far too often I fail to look at that bigger picture and focus on what affects me and how I am treated. I focus on myself instead of others and I articulate my concerns rather than listening to the concerns of others. Jesus understood that many of us have tunnel vision and He instructed us to look within, before we looked elsewhere. Sometimes I forget that, because in that moment, the only thing that matters to me is my hurt pride or how I view I have been wronged. That’s one of the big differences between Jesus and me. His primary concern was fulfilling the will of His Father’s love for you and me, that we might live in Him, and He demonstrated His concern and love by enduring the pain and separation of the cross.

The Apostle Paul listed some of the things that he had endured because of His love for Jesus and his desire to spread the Good News of the Gospel (2 Corinthians 11:21-33). That was tribulation. What I endure hardly qualifies as an inconvenience. I know, Jesus told us there would always be poor among us and that we were to share what we had and could. He also told us to forgive as we had been forgiven and to bless rather than curse. I for one could exercise a lot more of that forgiving and blessing. 

Sometimes it deeply grieves me that my sight is so limited, my understanding so incomplete and my concerns so continually focused on me. The older I get and the more that I see, shows me that the reality of my need for Jesus, surpasses my comprehension of my need. I know why Jesus is our righteousness.

As 1 Corinthians 1:30-31 states: But it is due to Him that you are in Christ Jesus, who became to us wisdom from God, and righteousness and sanctification, and redemption, so that, just as it is written: β€œLet the one who boasts, boast in the Lord.”

Worthy is the Lamb! Blessings!


  1. Bruce, I’m so behind on my blog readings, I don’t know what you’re referring to specifically, but I do know that most or all of us can relate to being fixated on our little worlds, while others are facing much greater challenges. I’ve learned over the years to tell myself when frustrated, or when I find myself complaining, “…and if this is the worst thing that happens to me today, it’s going to be a good day!” πŸ˜‰


    • Oh, I agree Annie! Sometimes when I write, I’m writing primarily to myself. There are “those” times when I have a hard time comprehending how I think as I do. Writing is one way that I can sometimes give myself a swat on the back of the head to break the fixation I’m in. I thank God and you, for the patience frequently extended to me. Blessings! πŸ™‚


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