That’s just like us…

It’s just like us—to search for ourselves in those who came before us.

Will I have the courage to face the giants in my life like David? The faith to pray even if it leads me into a lion’s den, like Daniel? Am I as righteous as Job, or as full of faith as Abraham? Will I, like Moses, stand in the gap between God and His people? Will I carry the Word into places it’s never been, like Paul?

I’ve read their stories. I’ve looked for signs of myself in their faith. I’ve searched for proof that I belong—measuring my life against the legacy of those who believed before me. How does His Word reflect my life?

It’s just like us—to look for our own glory in a place that only echoes His.

Today I sat before God, broken by the truth: I can’t see Him without trying to see myself.

It’s just like us—to boast in an anointing we could never carry without Him. To claim understanding of truth we’d never know without Him. To be so blinded by light that we forget we were once darkness. To doubt even with proof. To withhold forgiveness, though we’ve received it freely.

It’s just like us—to build a world that shouts the praises of our Creator, and praise the creation instead.

We read the Word. We study the faithful. And in them—we see ourselves.

Yet we judge Judas for his greed, and Thomas for his doubt. We shake our heads at Peter, who denied Him three times—though he walked with Him daily. We say we would have known He was the Messiah. That we would never have nailed Him to that cross. We turn our backs on the Pharisees, as if we’re not just like them.

But that’s just like us.

Not the heroes we admire—but the ones who missed it. The ones who failed Him. The ones who needed Him most.