It's Him

Devki Desai

Computer Science Engineering

SRM University

Recently, I've been thinking a lot about what I've been saying all this time.

"It’s never been about me, it’s always been about Him."

I have been asking God to show me what this really means and God kept taking me back to John the Baptist.

It's not about me. 

For a long time now, I have struggled to remember this truth because honestly, it feels good when it is about me. It feels good when I am with people and they say I am a blessing. It feels good when the people around me respect, support and encourage me. But because it feels so good, I can easily start making this all about ME - wanting everybody to love ME, trying to make ME look good, doing this for ME. This is dangerous, though because when there's a problem, then it's all about me. Then I start feeling sorry for myself, wondering what I am doing wrong, wondering why people are doing this to me.

So I'm really thankful that ultimately, it is not about me. I am no one's savior. My job is simply to be a messenger, a spotlight, focusing everyone's attention on our Savior, Jesus. This isn't about me and it's not about you also. Church isn't about you. It isn't about making you feel good or comfortable or appreciated. It isn't about all the good things you do at your church or whether or not anyone notices what you do. Church isn't about you.

In fact, even our lives aren't about us. We aren't the reason we exist. Our purpose here on Earth is not about us. 

It's all about Jesus. It's about how our God loved us so much that He suffered the punishment for all the times you and I have made it about us. In His great selflessness, He suffered the punishment of our selfishness so that we could live with Him forever in the happiness of heaven.

He is our Savior. He is our God. He is the reason we live and breathe and exist. All of this - our church, our life, our existence - is about thanking Him for what He has done for us.

It's a hard lesson to learn and accept. But when we do learn and accept it, when we keep our focus on our Savior and all he has done for us in his love, then we find true peace. Then we find our true purpose.

This is what it means to me when I say, it's not me, it's Him.

GOD BLESS YOU!!

CHRIST IS HOPE

Kapil Natesan
Mechanical Engineering, 4th Year
SRM University


He knew me even when I was born,

Even as my sinews were knit by the will of the Most High;

Not one step back he takes, unswerving he moves

Until his purpose is fulfilled.

I caught glimpses of him when mourning someone dear

But I always thought,” Not today, not for me, nothing to fear”.

The young, the old, the righteous, the wicked

No one escapes him.

Riches and knowledge he laughs at,

The fool and the worldly wise,

Everyone conceived of a mother’s womb,

He is their demise.

When at last my dreams started to give way to reality

And youthful strength started to fade

I understood that he was already in my vicinity.

As I began to close the windows to the cold truths

And draw the drapes to keep my present warm

A chill crawled up my spine

To see him walking by the gate.

He entered, at ease,

As if it were his own home

Callous was his stride across the green

That I had strived so long to grow.

My prized flowers that human eyes esteemed

He passed by, seemingly blind to all beauty.

When at last he reached my porch,

I heard a blood curdling cry

As of a soul so long starved and turned from a feast.

I staggered, confused to inspect the cause of this;

And I found the reason why,

Lo behold! There was Another, already, at my door!

Gently knocking, meek and humble of heart,

Yet strong to keep the intruder away.

To the thief’s delight, I wouldn’t let my undeserved Protector in.

As I retreated to the familiar comfort of home,

Leaving the unknown to deal with the unknown,

There upon the pillar of my house did I find to my confusion

A great crack right from the foundation,

So wide and irreparable it looked,

“Enough for today” I cried, “I am retiring for the night”.

Come new Morning, when the dark appeared to have passed

I walked with a song on my lips, the past seemingly in memoriam

Suddenly I let out a silent cry; the song faded, sounding like a requiem.

For the great creak now extended greater than before.

“No! No time now, must get on with life”, I said turning away.

Days passed by and the crack grew,

No precipitation from the heavens it kept away.

One sundown I found my house door ajar,

Crying out I ran in, to see all treasured possession stolen,

Bitter in heart and counting the losses;

Then to my amazement I found some treasure left behind!

“Oh cruel soul!” I cried, “Why did you leave these ?”

For they were half eaten, consumed by moth and vermin.

Now when there seemed no end to woes, again did I find,

At the porch, the enemy mentioned afore.

No need to enter by the door now,

The house itself would come down with a great crash

Under the weight of it’s leaky, soggy walls.

Then did I hear the gentle voice whisper from my doorstep again,

“Come to me my child, the Way, I am”.

With wisdom and understanding calling,

And fear of righteous wrath sweeping my whole being

I finally cried out, “O Sir, come in soon, don’t stand there!”

“I lay down my burden at your feet….”

Oh! That I should see such a thing!

To my astonishment I found those feet, pierced!

Lo! His hands too and even His side!

Looking up I saw, an assuring face and He told me, “this is for thee my child, it is finished!”

Then upon His words I built a new house on a high Rock

And there He supped with me every night.

Comfort and counsel He provided, a path lit in the dark, He is the Light.

Then one day my Savior said, “come with me, I have prepared a new home”.

I gladly went with Him, knowing where He belonged.

Now, Death searched all the worlds looking for my face,

Never will he find me, for now and forever, the Lord is my Hiding place.