“All people are like grass, and all their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field. The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the Lord blows on them. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever.”
Isiah 40:6-8 (NIV)
Today’s poem is a friendly reminder of who we are in comparison to God. Correction: there is no comparison.
Sometimes we start smelling ourselves. We begin to convince ourselves that we don’t need God; everything that we have achieved in life came through our own hard work and not His blessings and mercy. We’re too proud to give thanks. In church, we make everything about us. When people are saved, we say that we brought them out of darkness into light instead of the Holy Spirit drawing them out of darkness.
God did not choose you because you’re charismatic, because you have an extensive vocabulary, because you can run and jump and dance and shout. God doesn’t need all that to spread the good news. “But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him” (1 Corinthians 1:27-29).
Don’t let your head swell. Don’t allow pride to consume you. And don’t even think to compare yourself to God. We are nothing but grass; we’re dry and withered by evening. But He is God, from everlasting to everlasting (Psalm 90:2;6).