Do You Know Who I Am?

For too many of us, crushing others beneath the weight of our own inflated sense of importance has become second nature. We wield our egos like battering rams, often unaware of the damage we leave in our wake. But let’s be clear: this kind of self-centered, public steamrolling doesn’t display strength—it reveals fractures in the soul. These traits, like unholy relics of a decaying self, belong buried deep in unmarked graves. Until they are, our spiritual growth will remain stunted, forever boxed in by the ceiling of our pride.

Here’s the real question: are we willing to let our egos be pulverized, our pride wounded, and our “good name” dragged through the mud if that’s the cost of advancing God’s Kingdom? It’s not an abstract concept. It’s the raw, gritty, everyday choice to say, “Yes, Lord,” when humility costs us everything we think we deserve.

This is the paradox of the Gospel. The lower we bow, the higher He lifts us. The more we decrease, the more His image is etched into our character. And when we reach that place of utter surrender, where humiliation in His name feels like honor, something miraculous happens: eternity begins to resonate within us. Our hearts shift. Being like Him doesn’t just feel possible—it feels inevitable.

Only then, in the quiet aftermath of our self being shattered for His glory, do we begin to understand who God truly is. He doesn’t simply call us to be less for the sake of breaking us—He calls us to be less so He can fill us with the fullness of Himself. And in that fullness, we finally find freedom.