Called in My Brokenness

Matthew 9:12-13 - This morning, I sat with the words of Jesus: “I did not come to call the righteous, but sinners.” It’s striking. Not just the statement, but the heart behind it. The truth is—there is no one truly righteous. Scripture says it plainly: “There is none righteous, not even one.” And yet, how often do we try to appear righteous? How often do we, like the Pharisees, stand in judgment, forgetting mercy?
I see now that the Lord wasn’t speaking to those who thought they had it all together. He was speaking to the broken, the weary, the ones who knew they needed healing. He came not as a judge, but as a physician. Not to condemn, but to care. That image touches me deeply—a lovely physician, tending to wounds with grace.
I’ve asked myself today: Am I righteous? And the answer is no. I’m not. And strangely, that brings peace. Because it means I’m not disqualified from His mercy—I’m the very reason He came. Blessed are those who know they are not righteous, who admit their need. That’s where grace meets us.
If I ever start to think I’m beyond needing Him, I pray He’ll remind me: His coming was for sinners. For me. For all of us who dare to be honest about our condition. And in that honesty, we become ready—ready for His healing, ready for His presence.