Jesus called shotgun.
Isn’t that how we usually think of it? Going about our lives with Jesus sitting beside us, playing with the radio. Who else, along with me, is guilty of thinking like that?
Just me…alrighty then.
The other comic quotes Jared C. Wilson.
Jesus is not your copilot. He is in the driver’s seat. You are in the back on a stretcher.
It’s so good, I bookmarked it.
I have been frustrated as of late, with life, work, and wanting more fulfillment out of it. After reading the ‘shotgun!’ comic, I thought, “how about you do it for me.” I just get out of the way, and let Jesus do whatever through me, while I lay on the stretcher.
It’s hard, though, to submit like that. The problem of a living sacrifice (Romans 12:1-2) is that it keeps crawling off the altar. So daily I’ve been praying, “I’ll get out of the way, where are we going and what are we going to do?”
Which is good, when I do it, it has helped since I’m not operating on my strength as much (Galatians 3:3). This ties into Galatians 2:20:
I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.
I, we, have to be reminded of that sometimes. More often than we’d like, probably. Putting Jesus back in the driver’s seat gives us a bit of a perspective, where instead of wanting the world to change, he shows us where we need to change.