Christ was a servant.
I am struck both those words. He came not to be served but to serve. (Matthew 20:26). He was one among them who served. (Luke 22:27). Though God, He took on the very nature of a servant. (Phil 2:7).
Christ came to serve. If this is true, then if I call himself a follower of Christ, I would be a servant. Jesus was one among them who served. If this true, then to be like Christ, I need to be among others serving. Jesus took on the very nature of a servant. If this is true (and my whole faith is based on it being so) then to know Christ, to understand Him, I must serve and have the same attitude He had.
John says it best in his 1st letter: "This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers. If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him?"
To serve. To give. To love.
After spending 12 days in Africa waking up every day with only one thought 'how can I serve'... working and living alongside 16 others with the same thought... not of ourselves... not our agenda... just serving... reacting to the need... responding to the Spirit... giving of ourselves to those in need.... I came to several conclusions. The foremost is that when I serve I understand Jesus. I come to really know Him. I gain a small taste of what He life was like on earth.. every day, every moment.
And... I like myself better. I feel fulfilled. When I serve with others, considering others more important than myself, there are no major conflicts. Our love for one another grows.
I am more in tune with Jesus when I live life not for myself but for Him and for those created in His imagine whom He loves and died for.
I need to serve. I was recreated to serve.