not worth it

i went to baclaran church today. for the first time. as i walked through the right aisle of the church, i was thinkin' "i'm not worth it." i'm not worth facing HIM like that. i should be on my knees. and while i was praying for my enemy, i suddenly realized the meaning of JESUS hanging on a cross. i have been thinking about this for quite some time. the root of my belief and yet i've just realized it. what a late bloomer. i guess i just FOLLOWED the norms all my life. the JESuS that's hanging there wounded is the symbol of humility. a God that has no "pride." a God who was stripped off of dignity. Crucufied like robbers. so i have no right to let Pride rule my head. i have no right to complain if people strip me off dignity. or humiliate me for that matter. i have no right to complain at all. HE is a god. yet he's there. bloody with nails oh his fingers and toes and no clothes on. so wh's to complain abot our suffering? who's to tell God we were right on certain things we did? HIS message to the people is for us to follow is humility, take away our pride and be downright sorry. we are not worth it. not worth anything to see ourself as someone better than anyone else.