Lord, forgive me for not being as proud of you and your cross as much as I should. I am proud of many things in life shown by the easy at which I focus on them in my mind and speak of them with my mouth. Help me to be known as someone who is truly proud of the cross. The cross of your time on earth was brutal, humiliating, and bloody. Your cross was temporarily fatal, indescribably torturous, yet eternally significant. Your cross was supposed to be a shame to you and your followers but it was the greatest victory anyone can know.
Forgive me for muffling my ears to your calls to follow you to the cross. Mine is not nearly as heavy, painful, or significant as yours but it is deceptively burdensome. Forgive me for trying to climb down off my cross to live in and for the world. I too often forget that I have willingly crucified myself to its desires, goals, and values. The world also forgets that I don’t want any part of it and it keeps calling me back.
I too often forget that I needn’t boast in things of this world. Would a dead man pursue glory for his accomplishments or abilities? I am dead to the world but so alive in you, Lord. You died on the cross and then you lived again. I died to the world so I could live in you.
May I never boast in anything except the cross!