Is there any encouragement from belonging to Christ? Any comfort from his love? Any fellowship together in the Spirit? Are your hearts tender and compassionate? Then make me truly happy by agreeing wholeheartedly with each other, loving one another, and working together with one mind and purpose. [Philippians 2:1-2 (NLT)]
It was such a wonderful and joy-filled day that I can’t believe we almost didn’t attend. We’d been invited to a 60th anniversary celebration and 60th anniversaries don’t happen that often. Nevertheless, we’d planned on declining because the date and place were inconvenient, getting there was expensive, and working out the logistics was problematic. A little thought and prayer, however, helped us realize that while inconvenient, it was not impossible; while expensive, it was not prohibitive; while difficult, with some adjustment on our part, it was doable. Moreover, our absence would disappoint people we love. One final thing was holding us back—we had nothing to wear! OK, you men have heard that one before but, in this case, it was true. We were in our Colorado mountain town where jeans and boots are the all-purpose outfit. Dressing up simply means clean jeans and boots and, no matter how clean the jeans or boots, that didn’t seem appropriate. We had plenty of clothes in other closets that would have been perfect for the event but they were more than a thousand miles away. The Holy Spirit, however, did His job and reminded me: “It’s not about you!” What we wore was of no importance to this milestone event. Few would even notice and no one would remember; it was our presence, not our appearance, that mattered. Another look into the closet found attire that, while not fashionable, was acceptable.
Our experience reminds me how easy it is to think it’s all about us! We look at others’ requests or needs only from our viewpoint: my life is going to be disrupted, my plans have to be changed, it’s not the way I want it to be, the timing is bad, it’s going to cost me, or I’ve got nothing to wear! But, it isn’t about me and never will be; it’s about God first and then about the other guy.
It comes down to asking that simple question, “What would Jesus do?” Jesus never said it was too inconvenient, expensive or difficult. He stopped what he was doing to heal Jarius’ daughter and took time to bless the little children. When He wanted to be alone but the crowds followed, He didn’t send them away; instead, He had compassion and healed the sick. Jesus modestly seemed like just another wedding guest at Cana; it was the bridegroom’s day, not His, and it was the bridegroom who got the credit for the wine. I doubt Jesus stressed about which pair of sandals or what robe to wear. When He sent his disciples out to preach, they weren’t even supposed to take a change of clothes! It wasn’t about the disciples, it was about their message; convenience and wardrobe were of no importance. As for the cost—the price Jesus paid for our salvation was far more than our airfare to the anniversary party.
The easy answer to the question of “What would Jesus do?” is “Love!” When we let love direct us, we’ll do the right thing. Sometimes love disrupts our lives and, more often than not, it requires effort and even a change of plans. We’ll never regret our actions when we act out of love. To love, however, we need to humbly remember, “It’s not about me!”

If I ran the world, I wouldn’t be plagued with arthritis and my husband wouldn’t have a bum leg that prevents him from skiing and snowshoeing. As long as I’m fantasizing, calories wouldn’t count, we’d always have fresh powder on the slopes, and ski boots would be comfortable. If I ran the world, floors would mop themselves but, chances are, I’d end up like Mickey Mouse in the movie Fantasia and find myself overwhelmed with uncontrollable brooms, buckets and a flood. As the cartoon mouse learned, power without wisdom can make for a mess. Fortunately, God hasn’t resigned from His role and I concede that His plan is always better than mine. I’ve come to recognize that even when we understand God’s plan, even when we know His plan is the right one, and even when we finally accept it, we may not necessarily like it very much.
Jehovah Rapha, the “Lord who Heals You,” was the name of God proclaimed to the Israelites through Moses at Marah. Indeed, a God who could make the blind see, the lame walk, the lepers clean and raise Lazarus from the dead can heal any physical ailment.
We’d taken my daughter and grand-daughter to a magic show and both my husband and grand had participated in two rather impressive illusions. On the way home, we three adults tried to figure out how each trick had been done. We explored various scenarios that might explain how the $50 bill with my husband’s signature on it ended up in the middle of an uncut orange, in a paper bag, and in a locked box that was in another locked box across the stage. We also tried to figure out how the magician used an elaborate series of mathematical calculations to know the age of our grand’s dog in dog years. (The dog, not there and being 105 in dog years, was most definitely not your average dog.) While we pondered various scenarios, my grand piped up, “Stop trying to figure it out. It was magic!” While it was an entertaining show, we know it wasn’t magic; it was just a carefully orchestrated and well-executed series of tricks. Nevertheless, we continued to want to know how each had been done. There is something about us all that wants to make sense of that which makes no sense. Sometimes, however, that can’t be done.