I like being right.

Scratch that, I love being right. When I’m right about something my head swells a little, I stand taller, and I smirk. Yes, I smirk. When I’m right a tiny little band inside my head plays a triumphant tune and I literally have to keep myself from dancing.

I wish that I was exaggerating but alas, I am not.

I love being right but unfortunately I hate who I become when I’m right. I hate it because I act and think in ways that are contrary to the Gospel. I am imitating the world instead of my Jesus.

The psalmist says that “The LORD supports the humble, but he brings the wicked down into the dust.” (Psalms 147:6)

Paul invites us to remember that Jesus “made himself nothing by taking the very nature of a servant.” (Philippians 2:7)

Both Matthew and Mark proclaim that Jesus “did not come to be served, but to serve.”

For me these verses act as a warning and as a comforting reminder. They warn me that nothing good can come from my selfishness and assine behavior. They also comfort me to know that by being humble and seeking to serve others I’m in great company.

I think that humility is the way to go.

I’m right about that much.