When it comes to living for Jesus, the concern always lingering at the back of my mind is ‘What’s in it for me?” That’s a strange question because I haven’t found one thing more consistently painful than living for Jesus (except living for myself—that was a real humdinger). You’d think I would have learned by now. No need for a crystal ball to see what’s coming. My flesh won’t be gratified. My ego won’t be stroked. I won’t get to walk a peaceful, trouble-free path with beds of daisies on either side. It won’t be all about me. Why even ask?
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