But the brother of humble circumstances is to glory in his high position; and the rich man is to glory in his humiliation, because like the flowering grass, he will pass away.
What a strange dichotomy. An un-American one.
I have struggled with this passage for almost one year now. It is difficult to admit, but I do not understand the humiliation of the rich. We’ve all seen glimpses of it, perhaps. This economy has undone more than one self-made man. But, for the most part, it is the rich man who has been able to ride out tough times and what’s so humiliating about that?
I have never-not-once been humiliated while eating a finely cooked t-bone.
It’s a kingdom of paradox, I think. Always stretching me beyond what I see with my eyes. Always asking me to find counter-metaphors. Always begging me to understand humiliation so that I can deal with, much less identify with Christ on a cross. It’s a kingdom that elevates the poor widow (the eternal ROI of a single mite) and fails to exalt the rich young ruler.
If we’re really honest–that don’t make no sense. But Lord, Christ. Help our unbelief.