I don't mind if you've got something nice to say about me
And I enjoy an accolade like the rest
You could take my picture and hang it in a gallery
Of all who's who and so-n-so's that used to be the best
At such'n'such ... it wouldn't matter much
I won't lie, it feels alright to see your name in lights
We all need an 'Atta boy' or 'Atta girl'
But in the end I'd like to hang my hat on more besides
The temporary trappings of this world
I want to leave a legacy
How will they remember me?
Did I choose to love? Did I point to You enough
To make a mark on things?
I want to leave an offering
A child of mercy and grace who
blessed your name unapologetically
And leave that kind of legacy
I don't have to look too far or too long awhile
To make a lengthly list of all that I enjoy
It's an accumulating trinket and a treasure pile
Where moth and rust, thieves and such will soon enough destroy
Not well traveled, not well read, not well-to-do or well bred
Just want to hear instead, "Well Done" good and faithful one...
At the top of the hill, guarding the way to the Highway, stands so guant and grim... the Cross. There it stands, the Divider of time and the Divider of men. At the foot of the cross is a low door, so low that to get thru it one has to stoop to crawl thru. It is the only entrance to the Highway. We have got to go thru it if we wld go any further on our way. This door is called the Door of the Broken Ones. Only the broken can enter the Highway. To be broken means to be "not I, but Christ." There is in every one of us a proud, stiff-necked "I"...
Before we can enter the Highway, God must bend and break that stiff-necked self, so that Christ reigns in its stead. To be broken means to have no rights before God and man. It does not mean merely surrendering my rights to Him, but rather recognising that I haven't any, except to deserve hell. ...
In order to break us, God brings us to the foot of the Cross and there shows what real brokenness is. We see those wounded Hands and Feet, that Face of love crowned with thorns and we see the complete brokenness of the One Who said, " Not My will, but Thine be done," as He drank the bitter cup of our sins to its dregs.
So the way to be broken is to look on Him to realise it was our sin which nailed Him there. And then as we see the love and brokenness of the One Who died in our place, our hearts will become strangely melted and we shall want to be broken for Him...
A CONSTANT CHOICE
But do not let is imagine that we have to be broken only to get thru the door. Ever it will bear a constant choice before us. God brings His pressure to bear on us, but we have to make the choice. if someone hurts and slights us, we immediately have the choice of accepting the slight as a means of grace to humble us lower or we can resist it and stiffen our necks again with all the disturbance of spirit that that is bound to bring. Right the way thru the day of our brokenness will be tested and it is no use our pretending we are broken before God, if we are not broken in our attitude to those around us.God nearly always tests us thru other people. If you find yourself in a patch of unbrokenness, the only thing to do is to go back and see Christ broken for you and you will come away willing to be broken for Him...
*extracts taken from the Calvary Road by Roy Hession
