Here is a verse I can identify with. As bad as it is, I find myself just like the ‘chief rulers’ described here who had believed in Jesus, been saved in our words today, but did not confess Him openly.
When I think about the fact about how little and how seldom I ‘confess Him’ before others I am ashamed. I am especially ashamed because I think at the root of ot my problem is the same as theirs – I love the praise of men more than I love the praise of God. What man thinks of me is more important than what God thinks of me.
That’s a terrible thing isn’t it?
After what Jesus did for me how can I care more about what others think than I do what He thinks?
So often these things come down to one thing – my own stinking pride. I really don’t want people to dislike me or think poorly of me. I like to be liked and I like people to talk kindly about me. I don’t want people to consider me some kind of religious freak. I don’t them to dislike me because of my faith.
So I love their praise more than God’s. Sadly, I fear that I am not the only one who is in that situation.
May God forgive us and give us strength to speak openly of Him.
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