My right foot is in a cast this Maundy Thursday. To wash it would be a minor disaster. Not so when Jesus washed those 24 feet 2000 years ago.
That was vulnerable, humble love from the very One through whom those feet were formed.
On this day, 216 years ago, an overcomer was born. For the record, to be an overcomer, you need to overcome. There’s no other way.
Abraham Lincoln overcame. Through meekness and humility, he converted enemies to friends.
And he overcame.
Kathy is not usually confrontational. And I used to think she was nice. By nice, I mean sweet and agreeable. Sunny and seventies and no clouds in the sky. I like your shirt and Have a great weekend. Sugar cookies and sweet tea. That nice. But one conversation with Kathy last week confirms it: Kathy is not nice. I updated…
I watch the Olympics with an eye for greatness AND for humiliity. I watch the games to marvel at human exceptionalism, to stoke my patriotism, and to worship the God of people and nations.
And to what it looks like to abound. To abound with humility.
C.S. Lewis said that
“Humility isn’t thinking less of yourself. It’s thinking of yourself less.”
When any Olympic legend pauses to pray and thank God on a world stage, I see humility.