So I just finished The End of Me by Kyle Idleman.
If I’m honest I didn’t really see the point in finishing this book. It didn’t really seem to be saying anything to me. At least not like Not a Fan did when I read it a few years ago.
Then I got to the last few chapters and I read the section where he talks about the significance of Jesus washing his disciples feet. I read this section:
In other words, Jesus fully understood his divine identity. He knew he was God, and he knew that all power in heaven and earth was his to command. And with this understanding, he allowed himself to be betrayed, to be taken, beaten, mocked, given a farce of a trial, and crucified. As he knew his status was the highest, he took up the lowest road, the most humble posture. He proceeded to wash the feet of a man who had arranged for his death.
The End of me by Kyle Idleman
Reading it again, it hits even harder. I mean we are in the season that Jesus’ crucifixion is observed. Lenten season is the time that we are to take a step back and meditate on the amazing love that God has for us. He sent His son. His only son to not only die for us but to live among us for a time to see just what he was dying for.
It was not and still isn’t a pretty picture. We as humans are sometimes horrible creatures and to think about the fact that Jesus knew how despicable we can be and still die for us makes it all the more powerful.
This is my favorite time of year and I have to admit that I hadn’t really thought about what this season means. As I finished this book it brought it right to the forefront of my mind. I think that was the point. Once again Kyle Idleman’s God inspired words have wrecked my entire life. In the best way possible.
Wow. Just wow.
“The end of me is where real life begins.”
