I was really ticked off before Mass today. Someone had offended the almighty me. Would you like to listen in to the hamster wheel in my head? Sort of goes like this:
"How dare they insult and offend me this way. I was only trying to do something good. Don't they know who I am. I am a good volunteer. I am one of he best. No one should treat me this way. If only they knew the trouble I have gone to for this project and all the souls I will save by my gracious and glorious act, they would not treat me so abjectly.
Then I strode into church to take my rightful and glorious place.
That was until I saw His rightful and glorious place on the crucifix. Mind if I change the script profoundly? okay. Here goes.
How dare we insult and offend HIM this way?
After all, HE is always trying to do something good (for us).
Don't we know who HE is? (God of the universe).
HE is a good (most perfect) volunteer (God's Son who gave HIS very life for us).
HE is the best.
No one should treat HIM this way.
If only we knew the trouble HE went through (His life, passion and death) for this project (eternal salvation)
And all of the souls HE will save (including my own titanically arrogant one) by HIS most gracious and glorious act...
they wouldn't treat HIM so abjectly (crucifying Him)
I have a long way to go.
The only "I" word fitting enough for this little spartan is "Immolation". Ahh yes. That's a good place to start on Ash Wednesday.
Lord have mercy on me, a sinner.