Thank God, He's Not Me

Ever thought about it? What if you were God? I'd never dared to contemplate it, until a few weeks ago. A young man in our church gave his testimony of a life of drugs and alcohol surrendered to Christ. It was riveting. But, if that were not enough, he stood in front of a congregation of thousands and sang an unpublished song that voiced the lyrics, "Thank God, God's not me." Since I heard those words, and saw this young man sing beautifully for the glory of God . . . my heart as been consumed with awe of God's love.

You see, if I were God, I would have given up on me a LONG time ago. I would have tossed that "seventy times seven" rule out and declared a new rule of "one strike and you're out!" I would have looked upon my life and counted it as loss and then left me to rot away in the consequences of my sin. I would have judged harshly and called it just. I would have NEVER sacrificed a beloved son to save me. I would have selfishly held onto what was rightfully mine. I would have never used unbearable pain for my gain. I would have used my life to display all that is wrong with the world. I would have left me hanging in darkness for all eternity. But, thank God, He's not me. 

He put my Savior, His beloved Son, to hang on a tree
and He poured out His love for me (and you) and . . .
He did it with nails.

It's not the way I would have done it, 
but "Hey, I'm not God" . . . Thank God, I'm not.