My Favourite
Jesus is My Favourite.
Who is your favourite person?
Your brother?
Sister?
Mum?
Dad?
Girlfriend?
Boyfriend?
Wife?
Husband?
Best friend?
I’m getting married in April.
So I’m probably supposed to say that my favourite is my fiancé.
But she’s not.
As great as my fiancé is – I asked her to marry me, so I like her quite a lot – she’s not my favourite.
As great as my best man is – he’s flying back from Scotland for the wedding – he’s not my favourite.
I like people who are good to me.
And I especially like people who are good to me even when I’m not good to them.
It’s easy to be good to people who are good to you.
But people who are good even when I am bad, that’s taking it to the next level.
My fiancé doesn’t see as much bad stuff in me as Jesus does.
You and I both have tendencies that we know all too well that we know are brutally offensive to the God who made us.
My best man doesn’t see as much bad stuff in me as Jesus does.
You and I both have tendencies that we realise aren’t what our creator wants.
And my fiancé didn’t choose to die for me in the face of all those things.
My best man didn’t choose to leave heaven to come to earth to die in my place for my sins as my substitute.
But Jesus did.
He’s my favourite.
Tom Pattison attends the Barrenjoey Anglican Churches