It was my third time at the doctor in a single week, and I had rattled off my name, birthday, and address so many times that I had started writing 1995 as the current year. Yet, the nurse caught me completely off guard when she asked, “And what is your religion?”
I must have looked like a heathen because she prompted, “You know, like, Christian?”
If I had a quicker brain, I would have replied, “Sorry, I was just trying to decide if I should say dispensational premillenialist or if I should keep it simple and tell you that I hold to a literal hermeutic.” Instead I said, “Oh…yeah…Christian.”
I don’t want to call this post a conclusion. To me, conclusion brings the idea of the end a story or the closing of a presentation. But this post is not a conclusion because our desire to live humbly should not end after we read this post; we should clothe ourselves in humility for the duration of our lives.
That being said, this series has lasted several weeks, and I think a summary is in order.
When I worked at Pine Cove, I sometimes felt like an impostor. I listened silently as my peers compared their their family vacations in Italy and France. In stark contrast to their Patagonia shorts, Chacos, and trendy t-shirts that “only cost $20,” I donned my second-hand shorts and free volleyball tees. I came from a world vastly different than that of my coworkers. If America had a caste system, they would be kshatriyas, and I would be sudra.
Yet, the three summers that I spent as a photographer at Pine Cove were the best summers of my life. My coworkers were hospitable, gracious, and selfless. Despite our differences, we worked together to further the Gospel. In my opinion, the collaborative attitude of camp staff perfectly exemplifies the Apostle Paul’s admonition in Romans 12:16 to “Live in harmony with one another. Do not be haughty, but associate with the lowly. Never be wise in your own sight.”
With less than two seconds left on the clock, the score of the basketball game was 59 (us) to 60 (them). Our point guard, “Grace,” passed the ball to “Liz” who tossed the ball through the hoop just as the buzzer rang. Our team was victorious! As you can imagine, “Liz” basked in the glory of that game for quite some time. The team heralded her a hero, and the high school praised her for the perfect shot.
Part of me wonders if David, after killing Goliath, felt a little bit like “Liz.” While the soldiers and King Saul cowered in their tents, David defeated the enemy. The nation considered him a hero, and women sang, “Saul has slain his thousands, but David his tens of thousands” (I Samuel 18:7).
In case you didn’t know, I am not married, I don’t have a boyfriend, and I have never been on a date. If you need relationship advice, don’t come to me.
My friends sometimes ask if I want a boyfriend. While I wouldn’t be opposed to starting a relationship, I realize that singleness gives me the freedom to travel where I want, eat what I want, and study when I want. Ruth, the heroine of the Bible’s best-known love story, had a different view of personal freedom, however.
Moses was a very humble man, more humble than anyone else on the face of the earth.
Now that we have defined humility and examined the most perfect example of humility in Scripture, I think we should look at some other humble children of God, starting with Moses who “was a very humble man, more humble than anyone else on the face of the earth” (Numbers 12:3).