“I am not worthy to have you come under my roof;
therefore I did not presume to come to you.
But only speak the word, and let my servant be healed.”
The centurion says this not because he feels unworthy,
but he ignores his power, security and esteem,
renounces any fitness or deserving,
and instead relies wholly on Jesus' grace.
He knows it is not worthiness that brings healing:
it is Jesus' compassion.
It's a gift.
To be “worthy” is to be compared
to something or someone more or less worthy.
God does not compare.
We simply are, and we are loved.
We are not “worthy” of God's love. We don't “deserve” it.
We are simply, purely, for no reason other than God's love,
loved—way more than we are worth.
We are not worth anything,
but we belong, we are beautiful, we are cherished.
All of us. Just because. All of us.
It's not our worth that attracts God;
it's God's love, God's deep desire for us.
It's a gift. Everything is a gift.
My Lord and Life-Giver, I am not worthy;
but only say the word and I shall be healed.