{"id":795,"date":"2016-08-15T23:01:04","date_gmt":"2016-08-16T04:01:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/humility-cf-self-important-pride\/"},"modified":"2016-08-15T23:01:04","modified_gmt":"2016-08-16T04:01:04","slug":"humility-cf-self-important-pride","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/humility-cf-self-important-pride\/","title":{"rendered":"Humility; cf. self-important, pride"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>First Sermon<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>The young seminarian was excited about preaching his first sermon in his home church. After three years in seminary, he felt adequately prepared, and when he was introduced to the congregation, he walked boldly to the pulpit, his head high, radiating self-confidence.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>But he stumbled reading the Scriptures and then lost his train of thought halfway through the message. He began to panic, so he did the safest thing: He quickly ended the message, prayed, and walked dejectedly from the pulpit, his head down, his self-assurance gone.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Later, one of the godly elders whispered to the embarrassed young man, \u201cIf you had gone up to the pulpit the way you came down, you might have come down the way you went up.\u201d The elder was right. God still resists the proud but gives grace to the humble.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Prokope, Vol. No. 3, July-September, 1997<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Sunday Dinner<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>One Sunday afternoon our family gathered around our big oak table for dinner. Soon my daughter Kate\u2019s laughter rose above the talk. \u201cGram, you\u2019re silly!\u201d she said. We all turned to see my mom delicately lifting to her mouth a small strand of peas on the blade of her knife. All but one pea made it, and everyone clapped. Then Mom told us the story behind her unorthodox technique:<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cWhen I was little we didn\u2019t have much. It was the Depression. But we did have a table full of food because my father grew wonderful vegetables. Lots of hoboes who had jumped from the train wandered onto our property, looking for a meal. More often than not an extra seat was pulled up to our dinner table.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cOne summer afternoon I was sweeping the kitchen floor when my father\u2019s voice came through the screen door: \u2018Lizzy, set another plate. We have company tonight.\u2019 Our guest paused in the doorway, and dipped his head in a gesture of gratitude. \u2018Looks like he doesn\u2019t speak much English,\u2019 Dad said, \u2018but he\u2019s hungry like we are. His name is Henry.\u2019<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cWhen dinner was ready Henry stood until we were all seated, then gently perched on the edge of his chair, his head bowed and his hat in his lap. The blessing was said and dishes were passed from hand to hand.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cWe all waited, as was proper, for our guest to take the first bite. Henry must have been so hungry he didn\u2019t notice us watching him as he grabbed his knife. Carefully he slid the blade into the pile of peas before him, and then lifted a quivering row to his mouth without spilling a single pea. He was eating with his knife! I looked at my sister May and we covered our mouths to muffle our snickers. Henry took another knifeful, and then another.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cMy father, taking note of the glances we were exchanging, firmly set down his fork. He looked me in the eye, then took his knife and thrust it into the peas on his plate. Most of them fell off as he attempted to lift them to his mouth, but he continued until all the peas were gone.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cDad never did use his fork that evening, because Henry didn\u2019t. It was one of my father\u2019s silent lessons in acceptance. He understood the need for this man to maintain his dignity, to feel comfortable in a strange place with people of different customs. Even at my young age I understood the greatness of my father\u2019s simple act of brotherhood.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Mom paused, looked at her grandchildren, and winked as she plowed her knife into a mountain of peas.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Contributed by Cori Connors, of Farmington, Utah, to Guideposts, March 1997, p. 36.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Leonard Bernstein<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Leonard Bernstein, the late conductor of the New York Philharmonic orchestra, was once asked to name the most difficult instrument to play. Without hesitation, he replied, \u201cThe second fiddle. I can get plenty of first violinists, but to find someone who can play the second fiddle with enthusiasm\u2014that\u2019s a problem. And if we have no second fiddle, we have no harmony.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Today in the Word, January 3, 1997, p. 8<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Wrong Clothes<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>A young man who had been invited to a dinner given by the South African statesman John Cecil Rhodes arrived by train and had to go directly to Rhodes\u2019s house in his travel-stained clothes. To the young guest\u2019s horror, he found a room full of people in full evening dress. Soon Rhodes appeared, wearing an old suit. He had heard of the young man\u2019s problem and wanted to spare him further embarrassment.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Rhodes literally clothed himself with humility, a clear picture of what the apostle Peter is speaking about in today\u2019s text. Clothing ourselves with humility toward others puts us on their level, in their shoes, and keeps us from lording it over other Christians or flaunting our position.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Today in the Word, February 19, 1997, p. 26<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>William Carey<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>William Carey is considered the father of modern missions. The man who spent his early years as a cobbler became one of the greatest linguists the church has ever known. It\u2019s reported that Carey translated parts of the Bible into as many as 24 Indian languages. When he first went to India, some regarded him with dislike and contempt. At a dinner party a distinguished guest, hoping to humiliate Carey, said in a loud voice, \u201cI suppose, Mr. Carey, you once worked as a shoemaker.\u201d Carey responded humbly, \u201cNo, your lordship, not as a shoemaker, only a cobbler.\u201d Carey didn\u2019t claim to make shoes, only to mend them.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Today in the Word, September 21, 1995, p. 28.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Jane Roe (Roe vs. Wade)<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Most of us were shocked in early August when Flip Benham, national director for Operation Rescue, baptized Norma McCorvey, the woman known as Jane Roe in the U. S. Supreme Court\u2019s 1973 Roe v. Wade decision. The events leading to the baptism started with an apology. Earlier this year Benhan relocated OR\u2019s national headquarters next to the abortion clinic where McCorvey worked. That same week Benham spoke to McCorvey. He apologized for an earlier encounter, when he had told McCorvey that she was responsible for millions of abortions. \u201c\u2018I saw that those words really hurt you,\u2019 I told her and asked her to forgive me. She said, \u2018Oh yes, it did hurt.\u2019\u201c McCorvey forgave Benham and the two struck up a friendship. Even before her conversion, McCorvey spoke freely about the friendship. \u201cI like Flip,\u201d McCorvey told a reporter in March of this year. \u201cHe\u2019s doing his thing.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>The unconditional love Benham and other OR workers showed McCorvey eventually broke through. Though an icon to the pro-abortion movement, McCorvey felt used. As she saw firsthand the love of Christ through her new friends, McCorvey eventually felt more comfortable with them than with her clinic co-workers. She even dropped by OR\u2019s offices and sometimes picked up the phone when no one else was available. That love and acceptance led McCorvey to a Dallas area church, where in late July she put her life in God\u2019s hands. \u201cJane Roe was who the pro-abortion side cared about most,\u201d Benham says, \u201cbut God was always concerned with Norma McCorvey.\u201d The non-condemning love continues today. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>McCorvey has quit her job at the clinic and now works for OR. But she and Benham still do not see eye-to-eye on every issue. \u201cWe\u2019ve got to give her some time and space,\u201d says Benham. \u201cChanges on such a personal level take a little bit longer.\u201d McCorvey\u2019s conversion reminds all of us that the people who represent our opposition\u2014even those whose actions we find most repulsive\u2014are loved by God and are not beyond his reach. \u201cIt moves this issue from politics to the Gospel. That is where God wanted it any way,\u201d Benham said. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Christian American, October, 1995, p. 4.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Ulysses S. Grant<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>On his way to a reception held in his honor, Ulysses S. Grant got caught in a shower and offered to share his umbrella with a stranger walking in the same direction. The man said he was going to Grant\u2019s reception out of curiosity; he had never seen the general. \u201cI have always thought that Grant was a much overrated man,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cThat\u2019s my view also,\u201d Grant replied.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Quoted in The Little Brown Book of Anecdotes, Reader\u2019s Digest, October, 1994, p. 142<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Bill Clinton<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>In Washington, D.C., Bill Clinton tried to remove an unflattering portrait that has been hung around his neck for three years, urging the Christian conservatives not to condemn \u201cthe motives and character\u201d of people with whom they disagree because if they \u201ccould look into my soul they would see someone whose belief is God is as sincere and deep and genuine as theirs\u201d and who probably is \u201cmuch more humble in his Christian faith than many of them are.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>U. S. News &amp; World Report, March 6, 1995, p. 15<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Booker T. Washington<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>A truly humble man is hard to find, yet God delights to honor such selfless people. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Booker T. Washington, the renowned black educator, was an outstanding example of this truth. Shortly after he took over the presidency of Tuskegee Institute in Alabama, he was walking in an exclusive section of town when he was stopped by a wealthy white woman. Not knowing the famous Mr. Washington by sight, she asked if he would like to earn a few dollars by chopping wood for her. Because he had no pressing business at the moment, Professor Washington smiled, rolled up his sleeves, and proceeded to do the humble chore she had requested. When he was finished, he carried the logs into the house and stacked them by the fireplace. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>A little girl recognized him and later revealed his identity to the lady. The next morning the embarrassed woman went to see Mr. Washington in his office at the Institute and apologized profusely. \u201cIt\u2019s perfectly all right, Madam,\u201d he replied. \u201cOccasionally I enjoy a little manual labor. Besides, it\u2019s always a delight to do something for a friend.\u201d She shook his hand warmly and assured him that his meek and gracious attitude had endeared him and his work to her heart. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Not long afterward she showed her admiration by persuading some wealthy acquaintances to join her in donating thousands of dollars to the Tuskegee Institute. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Our Daily Bread<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Samuel Morse<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Wakefield tells the story of the famous inventor Samuel Morse who was once asked if he ever encountered situations where he didn\u2019t know what to do. Morse responded, \u201cMore than once, and whenever I could not see my way clearly, I knelt down and prayed to God for light and understanding.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Morse received many honors from his invention of the telegraph but felt undeserving: \u201cI have made a valuable application of electricity not because I was superior to other men but solely because God, who meant it for mankind, must reveal it to someone and He was pleased to reveal it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Eating Problems for Breakfast by Tim Hansel, (Word Publishing, 1988), pp. 33-34.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>The Test of a Truly Great Man<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>It was John Riskin who said, \u201cI believe the first test of a truly great man is his humility. I do not mean by humility, doubt of his own power, or hesitation in speaking his opinion. But really great men have a &#8230; feeling that the greatness is not in them but through them; that they could not do or be anything else than God made them.\u201d Andrew Murray said, \u201cThe humble man feels no jealousy or envy. He can praise God when others are preferred and blessed before him. He can bear to hear others praised while he is forgotten because &#8230; he has received the spirit of Jesus, who pleased not Himself, and who sought not His own honor. Therefore, in putting on the Lord Jesus Christ he has put on the heart of compassion, kindness, meekness, longsuffering, and humility.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>M. R. De Haan used to say, \u201cHumility is something we should constantly pray for, yet never thank God that we have.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Source unknown<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Expert Witness<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Henry Augustus Rowland, professor of physics at Johns Hopkins University, was once called as an expert witness at a trial. During cross-examination a lawyer demanded, \u201cWhat are your qualifications as an expert witness in this case?\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>The normally modest and retiring professor replied quietly, \u201cI am the greatest living expert on the subject under discussion.\u201d Later a friend well acquainted with Rowland\u2019s disposition expressed surprise at the professor\u2019s uncharacteristic answer. Rowland answered, \u201cWell, what did you expect me to do? I was under oath.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Today in the Word, August 5, 1993<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Passion for Praise<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:normal'>\u2022&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am the least of the apostles. &#8211; 1 Corinthians 15:9<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:normal'>\u2022&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am the very least of all the saints. &#8211; Ephesians 3:8<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:normal'>\u2022&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am the foremost of sinners. &#8211; 1 Timothy 1:15<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Humility and a passion for praise are a pair of characteristics which together indicate growth in grace. The Bible is full of self-humbling (man bowing down before God) and doxology (man giving praise to God). The healthy heart is one that bows down in humility and rises in praise and adoration. The Psalms strike both these notes again and again. So too, Paul in his letters both articulates humility and breaks into doxology. Look at his three descriptions of himself quoted above, dating respectively from around A.D. 59, 63, and 64. As the years pass he goes lower; he grows downward! And as his self-esteem sinks, so his rapture of praise and adoration for the God who so wonderfully saved him rises.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Undoubtedly, learning to praise God at all times for all that is good is a mark that we are growing in grace. One of my predecessors in my first parochial appointment died exceedingly painfully of cancer. But between fearful bouts of agony, in which he had to stuff his mouth with bedclothes to avoid biting his tongue, he would say aloud over and over again: \u201cI will bless the Lord at all times; his praise shall continually be in my mouth\u201d (Ps. 34:1). That was a passion for praise asserting itself in the most poignant extremity imaginable.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Cultivate humility and a passion for praise if you want to grow in grace. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Your Father Loves You by James Packer, Harold Shaw Publishers, 1986, page for April 12<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Whitfield and Wesley<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Although George Whitefield disagreed with John Wesley on some theological matters, he was careful not to create problems in public that could be used to hinder the preaching of the gospel. When someone asked Whitefield if he thought he would see Wesley in heaven, Whitefield replied, \u201cI fear not, for he will be so near the eternal throne and we at such a distance, we shall hardly get sight of him.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Wycliffe Handbook of Preaching and Preachers, W. Wiersbe, Moody Press, 1984, p. 255<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Resources<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:normal'>\u2022&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Between Two Truths, Klyne Snodgrass, Zondervan, 1990, p. 55.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:normal'>\u2022&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; C. Swindoll, Growing Strong, p. 234<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:normal'>\u2022&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; C. Swindoll, \u201cKoinonia,\u201d see \u201cFellowship\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Rulitzer Prize Winner<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>American poet and Pulitzer Prize-winner Edwin Arlington Robinson used to spend his summers at the MacDowell Colony near Peterborough, New Hampshire. Arriving at breakfast one morning, he found the writer Nancy Byrd Turner and a new member of the colony already seated at his table. \u201cThis is Mr. Robinson,\u201d said Turner to her companion. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cRobinson! Not E. A. Robinson\u2014not the Mr. Robinson?\u201d gushed the other woman.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>There followed a long, uncomfortable pause, then Robinson replied, \u201cA Mr. Robinson.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Today in the Word, December 21, 1992<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>A Definition<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cHumility does not mean thinking less of yourself than of other people, nor does it mean having a low opinion of your own gifts. It means freedom from thinking about yourself one way or the other at all.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>William Temple, \u201cChrist in His Church\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Queen Elizabeth <\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>At a reception honoring musician Sir Robert Mayer on his 100th birthday, elderly British socialite Lady Diana Cooper fell into conversation with a friendly woman who seemed to know her well. Lady Diana\u2019s failing eyesight prevented her from recognizing her fellow guest, until she peered more closely at the magnificent diamonds and realized she was talking to Queen Elizabeth! Overcome with embarrassment, Lady Diana curtsied and stammered, \u201cMa\u2019am, oh, ma\u2019am, I\u2019m sorry ma\u2019am. I didn\u2019t recognize you without your crown!\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cIt was so much Sir Robert\u2019s evening,\u201d the queen replied, \u201cthat I decided to leave it behind.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Today in the Word, April 3, 1992<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Beethoven\u2019s Piano<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>On a visit to the Beethoven museum in Bonn, a young American student became fascinated by the piano on which Beethoven had composed some of his greatest works. She asked the museum guard if she could play a few bars on it; she accompanied the request with a lavish tip, and the guard agreed. The girl went to the piano and tinkled out the opening of the Moonlight Sonata. As she was leaving she said to the guard, \u201cI suppose all the great pianist who come here want to play on that piano.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>The guard shook his head. \u201cPadarewski [the famed Polish pianist] was here a few years ago and he said he wasn\u2019t worthy to touch it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Source unknown<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Hudson Taylor<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Hudson Taylor was scheduled to speak at a Large Presbyterian church in Melbourne, Australia. The moderator of the service introduced the missionary in eloquent and glowing terms. He told the large congregation all that Taylor had accomplished in China, and then presented him as \u201cour illustrious guest.\u201d Taylor stood quietly for a moment, and then opened his message by saying, \u201cDear friends, I am the little servant of an illustrious Master.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Wycliffe Handbook of Preaching and Preachers, W. Wiersbe, p. 243.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Grow Great Simply<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>The concert impresario, Sol Hurok, liked to say that Marian Anderson hadn\u2019t simply grown great, she\u2019d grown great simply. He says: \u201cA few years ago a reporter interviewed Marian and asked her to name the greatest moment in her life. I was in her dressing room at the time and was curious to hear the answer. I knew she had many big moments to choose from. There was the night Toscanini told her that hers was the finest voice of the century. There was the private concert she gave at the White House for the Roosevelts and the King and Queen of England. She had received the $10,000 Bok Award as the person who had done the most for her home town, Philadelphia. To top it all, there was that Easter Sunday in Washington when she stood beneath the Lincoln statue and sang for a crowd of 75,000, which included Cabinet members, Supreme Court Justices, and most members of Congress. Which of those big moments did she choose? \u201cNone of them,\u201d said Hurok. \u201cMiss Anderson told the reporter that the greatest moment of her life was the day she went home and told her mother she wouldn\u2019t have to take in washing anymore.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Alan Loy McGinnis in The Friendship Factor, p. 30.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Stubbornness<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>In the summer of 1986, two ships collided in the Black Sea off the coast of Russia. Hundreds of passengers died as they were hurled into the icy waters below. News of the disaster was further darkened when an investigation revealed the cause of the accident. It wasn\u2019t a technology problem like radar malfunction\u2014or even thick fog. The cause was human stubbornness. Each captain was aware of the other ship\u2019s presence nearby. Both could have steered clear, but according to news reports, neither captain wanted to give way to the other. Each was too proud to yield first. By the time they came to their senses, it was too late. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Closer Walk, December, 1991<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Quotes<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:normal'>\u2022&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The door of life is a door of mystery. It becomes slightly shorter than the one who wishes to enter it. And thus only he who bows in humility can cross its threshold. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:normal'>\u2022&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Be humble or you\u2019ll stumble. &#8211; D.L. Moody<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:18.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:normal'>\u2022&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Never be haughty to the humble. Never be humble to the haughty. &#8211; Jefferson Davis<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Sources unknown<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Alex Haley<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>The Handbook of Magazine Article Writing contains this illustration by Philip Barry Osborne;<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'>\u201cAlex Haley, the author of ROOTS, has a picture in his office, showing a turtle sitting atop a fence. The picture is there to remind him of a lesson he learned long ago: \u2018If you see a turtle on a fence post, you know he had some help.\u2019 <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'>\u201cSays Alex, \u2018Any time I start thinking, WOW, isn\u2019t this marvelous what I\u2019ve done! I look at that picture and remember how this turtle\u2014me\u2014got up on that post.\u2019\u201c<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Handbook of Magazine Article Writing<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Abraham Lincoln<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Lincoln once got caught up in a situation where he wanted to please a politician, so he issued a command to transfer certain regiments. When the secretary of war, Edwin Stanton, received the order, he refused to carry it out. He said that the President was a fool. Lincoln was told what Stanton had said, and he replied, \u201cIf Stanton said I\u2019m a fool, then I must be, for he is nearly always right. I\u2019ll see for myself.\u201d As the two men talked, the President quickly realized that his decision was a serious mistake, and without hesitation he withdrew it.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Source unknown<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>The Humble Minister<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Did you hear about the minister who said he had a wonderful sermon on humility but was waiting for a large crowd before preaching it?<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Source unknown<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Humble Apology<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Many years ago, Christian professor Stuart Blackie of the University of Edinburgh was listening to his students as they presented oral readings. When one young man rose to begin his recitation, he held his book in the wrong hand. The professor thundered, \u201cTake your book in your right hand, and be seated!\u201d At this harsh rebuke, the student held up his right arm. He didn\u2019t have a right hand! The other students shifted uneasily in their chairs. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>For a moment the professor hesitated. Then he made his way to the student, put his arm around him, and with tears streaming from his eyes, said, \u201cI never knew about it. Please, will you forgive me?\u201d His humble apology made a lasting impact on that young man. This story was told some time later in a large gathering of believers. At the close of the meeting a man came forward, turned to the crowd, and raised his right arm. It ended at the wrist. He said, \u201cI was that student. Professor Blackie led me to Christ. But he never could have done it if he had not made the wrong right.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Source unknown<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Sir Walter Scott<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>For many years Sir Walter Scott was the leading literary figure in the British Empire. No one could write as well as he. Then the works of Lord Byron began to appear, and their greatness was immediately evident. Soon an anonymous critic praised his poems in a London paper. He declared that in the presence of these brilliant works of poetic genius, Scott could no longer be considered the leading poet of England. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>It was later discovered that the unnamed reviewer had been none other than Sir Walter Scott himself!<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Source unknown<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Cannot be Proud<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cThey that know God will be humble,\u201d John Flavel has said, \u201cand they that know themselves cannot be proud.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Quoted in MBI\u2019s Today In The Word, November, 1989, p.20<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Pitfalls of Fame\u2019s Egotism<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Walter Cronkite recalls the following incident: Sailing back down the Mystic River in Conneciticut and following the channel\u2019s tricky turns through an expanse of shallow water, I am reminded of the time a boatlaod of young people sped past us here, its occupants shouting and waving their arms. I waved back a cheery greeting and my wife said, \u201cDo you know what they were shouting?\u201d \u201cWhy, it was \u2018Hello, Walter,\u2019\u201c I replied. \u201cNo,\u201d she said. \u201cThey were shouting, \u201cLow water, Low water.\u2019\u201c Such are the pitfalls of fame\u2019s egotism. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Ray Ellis and Walter Cronkite, North by Northeast<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>More My Size! <\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>George Washington Carver, the scientist who developed hundreds of useful products from the peanut: \u201cWhen I was young, I said to God, \u2018God, tell me the mystery of the universe.\u2019 But God answered, \u2018That knowledge is reserved for me alone.\u2019 So I said, \u2018God, tell me the mystery of the peanut.\u2019 Then God said, \u2018Well, George, that\u2019s more nearly your size.\u2019 And he told me.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Adapted from Rackham Holt, George Washington Carver<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Mark Hatfield<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>It had been a long day on Capitol Hill for Senator John Stennis. He was looking forward to a bit of relaxation when he got home. After parking the car, he began to walk toward his front door. Then it happened. Two people came out of the darkness, robbed him, and shot him twice. News of the shooting of Senator Stennis, the chairman of the powerful Armed Forces Committee, shocked Washington and the nation. For nearly seven hours, Senator Stennis was on the operating table at Walter Reed Hospital. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Less than two hours later, another politician was driving home when he heard about the shooting. He turned his car around and drove directly to the hospital. In the hospital, he noticed that the staff was swamped and could not keep up with the incoming calls about the Senator\u2019s condition. He spotted an unattended switchboard, sat down, and voluntarily went to work. He continued taking calls until daylight. Sometime during that next day, he stood up, stretched, put on his overcoat, and just before leaving, he introduced himself quietly to the other operator, \u201cI\u2019m Mark Hatfield. Happy to help out.\u201d Then Senator Mark Hatfield unobtrusively walked out. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>The press could hardly handle that story. There seemed to be no way for a conservative Republican to give a liberal Democrat a tip of the hat, let alone spend hours doing a menial task and be \u201chappy to help out.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Heaven Bound Living, Knofel Stanton, Standard, 1989, p. 35<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>It\u2019s the Lord!<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>When I saw Sadhu Sundar Singh in Europe, he had completed a tour around the world. People asked him, Doesn\u2019t it do harm, your getting so much honor?\u201d The Sadhu\u2019s answer was: \u201cNo. The donkey went into Jerusalem, and they put garments on the ground before him. He was not proud. He knew it was not done to honor him, but for Jesus, who was sitting on his back. When people honor me, I know it is not me, but the Lord, who does the job.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Corrie Ten Boom, Each New Day<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Quietness of Heart<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Humility is perfect quietness of heart. It is for me to have no trouble; never to be fretted or vexed or irritated or sore or disappointed. It is to expect nothing, to wonder at nothing that is done to me, to feel nothing done against me. It is to be at rest when nobody praises me and when I am blamed or despised. It is to have a blessed home in the Lord where I can go in and shut the door and kneel to my Father in secret and be at peace as in a deep sea of calmness when all around is trouble. It is the fruit of the Lord Jesus Christ\u2019s redemptive work on Calvary\u2019s cross, manifested in those of His own who are definitely subject to the Holy Spirit. &#8211; Andrew Murray<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Source unknown<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Harry Ironside<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Dr. Harry Ironside was once convicted about his lack of humility. A friend recommended as a remedy, that he march through the streets of Chicago wearing a sandwich board, shouting the scripture verses on the board for all to hear. Dr. Ironside agreed to this venture and when he returned to his study and removed the board, he said \u201cI\u2019ll bet there\u2019s not another man in town who would do that.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Daniel, Decoder of Dreams, Donald Campbell, p. 22.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Winston Churchill<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Winston Churchill was once asked, \u201cDoesn\u2019t it thrill you to know that every time you make a speech, the hall is packed to overflowing?\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cIt\u2019s quite flattering,\u201d replied Sir Winston. \u201cBut whenever I feel that way, I always remember that if instead of making a political speech I was being hanged, the crowd would be twice as big.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Norman McGowan, My Years With Winston Churchill, Souvenir Press, London.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Willing to Stand Aside<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>William Barclay tells the story of Paedaretos who lived in Sparta in ancient Greece. A group of 300 men were to be chosen to govern Sparta. Though Paedaretos was a candidate, his name was not on the final list. Some of his friends sought to console him, but he simply replied, \u201cI am glad that in Sparta there are 300 men better than I am.\u201d He became a legend because of his willingness to stand aside while others took the places of glory and honor.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Source unknown<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>The Smallness of Our Greatness<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Phillip Brooks made an apt comment when he said, \u201cThe true way to be humble is not to stoop until you are smaller than yourself, but to stand at your real height against some higher nature that will show you what the real smallness of your greatness is.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Quoted in Burning Out for God, E. Skoglund, p. 11<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>First Sermon The young seminarian was excited about preaching his first sermon in his home church. After three years in seminary, he felt adequately prepared, and when he was introduced to the congregation, he walked boldly to the pulpit, his head high, radiating self-confidence. 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