Consider Christ, the firstborn of the dead. Of the dead. Of them who have humbled themselves and died to self and have hence entered into God's glory. He is the first of such people, being our captain. That is He whom we must follow. For the Word says we are to look to Him as author and finisher of our faith. He started it. He ended it. He is the first. And He is our example. And this is how He did it: spiritual poverty. He humbled himself.
That is the basic essence of poverty of the spirit. Our ways for His. Our desires for His. Our conversation for His. Our essence for His. Our very life for His.
Human Rights Are Not For Christians.
When Love works, we are changed to conform to the image of Jesus. When He comes, we will be like Him and we will never want the leave His presence! Forever!
The final and highest revelation of the Kingdom is the coming of Christ as the Bridegroom. The loving, husband-figure nature of Jesus Christ is His highest revelation. Available to all, it is only seen by few presently, and that is why we must keep praying to enter the Bridegroom expression and understanding of Christ.
What trips me is not Jesus coming down in total humility and obedience to the extreme. That's huge. But what really gets me is that He's constantly Hoseaing His way into hearts, purchasing hearts that were created by and for Him. He redeemed what was already His and bought us back to Himself for a price that can never be topped. And we were already His. Oh. Such love. It will take me years and years and years to get there. It will require constant walking and working, loving and faithing. It will require pressing into, and losing every bit of self I carry. It will require constant warring with the flesh. It will require a yoke of humility in a world where pride is the way up.
It was sorrowful. It was a dynamic fall. One that brought a total nature-change and purposeless reconfiguration of the school's destiny. Only God could save Igbobi College.