This Story Isn’t About You

We love hearing our own name. We love hearing our own praise. We love admiration from others. It feels good. If someone takes a group photo, the first person we chose to find is our own. It’s because we are trained to recognize ourselves as being the center of our story. But what happens when Jesus shows up to tell a story most of us recognize, and we wrongly identify us at the center.  We’ve heard a lot of truth about turning the question from “Who is my neighbor?” to “To whom am I a neighbor?”