The other night my husband and i were at an event where the words to the worship music were placed on a screen for all to see, as no doubt you have all seen done. But this night i noticed something: every time they used the word "I" on the screen, it wasn't capitalized. My editor's eye was drawn to this glaring error, and i spent much of the time that i was supposed to be singing trying to discern why they had done this. Oversight? Trying to be cute? It bugged me.
Then i felt God's whisper to my heart, causing me to go a bit deeper. "Why do you capitalize the i?" He asked me. "Who started that? Why? Is it because you all think that the almighty i is so important it needs to be capitalized? Maybe these folks recognize that "i" am not important-- but I AM is."
While I am not proposing a little i revolution-- shaking up tradition and causing a crisis in the grammar world--i am wondering, what does a little i life look like?
Serving others instead of doing what i want?
This little i thing could catch on. It should catch on, because it's the life Jesus called us to. We don't need to be capitalized. We need to be small, insignificant-- just a jot and a tittle, the littlest marks in the alphabet. Instead of a capital letter that announces our importance. At least, that's what i am learning these days-- and trying to live out. Sacrifice, surrender and servanthood are hard. But i know that's what God calls us to do, laying down our wants, needs and desires and straining towards His.