At first glance, those two words might ring of spiritual truth and Christian directive. To incorporate Jesus into our lives, because after all, we desperately need Him.
But, I don’t want that.
To incorporate Him into my life means I don’t need Him unless everything has gone completely to Hell and I have no more options available. It means I can go to church and sing it’s all about Him when it’s truly all about me.
It means I can complain all day about how life sucks, then make sure I read my Bible at night, completing my Christain duty for the day.
Jesus modeled the Christian life while he was on Earth. And it had nothing to do with Him. Had he talked, thought, and reacted to things as we do, no one would have ever nailed Him to that cross.
Jesus didn’t heal people, make the blind see, raise the dead and voluntarily die because He was special.
He did all it all because He is love.
Restoring us back to the original image was so important to God that He placed Himself in the womb of a human woman. He endured the entire 9-month process and was born into the filth and stench of humanity’s brokenness.
Jesus didn’t roam this planet as a super-spiritual being performing miracles not possible for anyone else. He was a human man, filled with the Holy Spirit. Peter talks about it in Acts 10.
Acts 10:37-38 says “37 that word you know, which was proclaimed throughout all Judea, and began from Galilee after the baptism which John preached: 38 how God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Spirit and with power, who went about doing good and healing all who were oppressed by the devil, for God was with Him.”
If Jesus had already floated down from Heaven ready to rock the world with all the power and miracle-producing mojo, it wouldn’t have been necessary for the Father to anoint Him.
So no, I don’t want to incorporate Jesus into my life.
I want to become more like Him.