How then can man be justified with God? or how can he be clean that is born of a woman? Behold even to the moon, and it shineth not; yea, the stars are not pure in his sight. How much less man, that is a worm? and the son of man, which is a worm? – Job 25:4-6
Sometimes, I act as though God just couldn’t accomplish his will without me.
Ironic, isn’t it? As Christians, we strive to rid ourselves of pride and allow Christ to shine through us.
And yet, despite my good intentions, pride slips into my consciousness at times – perhaps when I consider the success of a ministry to which I contribute, or when I look at the people my children are becoming.
Yup, all those blessings and accomplishments are because of ME, right?
I’ve worked hard. I’ve stayed the course. I, I, I….
A clean comedian my family enjoys does a bit about people who love to talk about themselves at parties. He calls such people “me monsters.”
We laugh, because we know “me monsters.” We joke that they are, at least, easy conversationalists. They have no trouble talking about themselves!
But the joke also strikes close to home, because none of us want to be that person.
I really don’t want to be that person, even secretly.
So, whenever I become aware of pride in my heart, I consider the words of great men of the Bible (those who had every human reason to be proud, by the way).
Stalwart Job considered man, himself included, to be a worm, perhaps the lowest life form he knew of.
The Apostle Paul referred to himself as the chief of sinners.
In this era of positive self-talk, it may be controversial to call oneself a worm, or the worst sinner that ever was.
But compared to God, that’s just what we are.
Remember the prophet Isaiah’s reaction, when he entered the presence of the Lord?
Then said I, Woe is me! for I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips: for mine eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts. – Isaiah 6:5
Perhaps we could take a lesson from Job, Paul, and Isaiah.
I’m so grateful that God loves this lowly worm, and that He is willing to forgive my pride.
What do you think of the idea of being a “worm?” I welcome your comments.