I'LL NEVER FORGET A TRIP I took with my older son to shoot the rapids on the Rogue River in Oregon. While our group was receiving instructions from the guide, I began to study the canoes.
I'LL NEVER FORGET A TRIP I took with my older son to shoot the rapids on
the Rogue River in Oregon. While our group was receiving instructions from
the guide, I began to study the canoes. Some were old and worn, but a few
were obviously new. Being selfish, I wanted Curt and me to get the new
ones, so I whispered in his ear:
"Curt, start moving over to the left."
"Just do as I say, Son. The two canoes on the end are new. Let's get 'em."
He cooperated. We got the new ones. I handled it so smoothly, nobody even
knew. The older ones were probably just as good, but they were old.
After canoeing, on the way back to our campsite, all fifteen of us were
packed like sardines in this old van. Without warning, BOOM! A blowout. All
our gear had to come out to get to the spare tire. Then that beast of a van
had to be jacked up—a hot, dirty job. Guess who directed traffic instead of
helping to change the tire? Yours truly. As I recall, not one car passed us
on that country road during the entire episode.
Why did I do it? Because I'm selfish, plain and simple.
You see, I learned a lot about looking out for self in school; I perfected
it in the Marine Corps; and I developed real finesse in seminary, while
learning to be a minister. Hey, this is the profession where a guy can get
away with it and hardly ever be criticized for it. Who in the world is
going to point a finger at a man of the cloth? Who's willing to touch
"God's anointed" (our favorite title) and risk an advanced case of leprosy?
Listen to Jesus, who offers a better way:
Whoever wants to be a leader among you must be your servant, and whoever
wants to be first among you must become your slave. For even the Son of Man
came not to be served but to serve others and to give his life as a ransom
That's more like it! Let's follow His example.