God: Our Savior

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We all need saving, and every story must have a hero. This is a truth that even the world recognizes. We can see that in the great success of Super Hero movies and how well they always do in the box office! Spiderman, Superman, Batman, Captain America, Iron Man, Thor – these are just a few of the guys we all know and love.

 

Recognizing our need for a Savior is the first step in identifying our own human mortality. Although made in God’s image, we cannot save ourselves from a world so full of danger and despair. So, why do we continually try to be our own heroes? How do we miss the blatant revelation of truth that we cannot save ourselves? When, in fact, we need saving from ourselves? Not only can we not save ourselves, we are incapable of saving anyone at all.

 

We were not created to be heroes, and, sometimes, that makes us feel weak. In a world where we are pressured to wear hats in every single color of the rainbow and wear them well, we are conditioned to be the best. We are expected to be strong for us and strong for everyone.

 

I don’t know if you can relate, but when I am juggling a million things, it is often the one ball that I drop that gets all my attention. It doesn’t matter that I’m still doing twenty-seven other things well; it is the one area of failure that is magnified in my mind. As a mom of four, life can be hectic. There is always a voice demanding to be heard, a ride to give, a room to clean, a pile of laundry and dishes to load, and a deadline to meet. Oh, and there is also a husband who needs me. I know, I know, that should be first, right! All these expectations get the best of me sometimes. I ride this fine line of wanting to be superwoman and wanting for Calgon to take me far, far, away. I know I am aging myself by using that tagline, but it was the best way to describe how sometimes I want to save the world, and sometimes I just want it to evaporate into thin air.

 

But, I was never asked to save the world. Neither were you.

 

During the wake of our oldest son, I cannot even begin to count the amount of people that came through the receiving line telling me to be strong. I wanted to be strong – for myself, for my kids, for my husband, for God, for everyone. Believe me, I did. I thought if I was strong enough, people would see God. They would all see how faithful He was to me through this. They wouldn’t question His goodness. But, I couldn’t be strong. Instead, I was so incredibly weak and in desperate need of a Savior. So…

 

“I took my troubles to the Lord; I cried out to Him, and He answered my prayer.” Psalm 120

 

It was in my weakness that God showed Himself strong and faithful.  I didn’t need to be strong. I didn’t need to be a hero. My Savior was perfectly capable of doing all of that and more. He is the One and only Savior. It is through Him, through believing that Jesus died and rose again for us, that we are saved.

So, the next time you are tempted to try and save the world, be still and know that HE is God and He is able.

 

“I, even I, am the LORD, And there is no savior besides Me. Isaiah 43: 11

 

Shannon Barbosa