humility

I know you’ve read about the Worship Pastor Residency we began at Fellowship this fall. The new resident and I have been getting to know each other well over the past few months. We’re meeting regularly to discuss what’s going on, books we’re reading, etc. Yesterday I had the bright idea to meet on the racquetball court.

Did I mention he just got out of college?

I’ve been bugging people to play me, and I should have known better when he readily accepted. In fact, I’m remembering now that when he asked the last time I played I told him it’s been about three or four years, he said, “really.” Now I know that wasn’t a “man I’m sorry” really, but a “I think I’m going to whip your #@$” really. Excuse the symbols. Actually, I’m pleased to report that no symbols came out of my mouth until the third game. That makes me glad to type--we really made it to a third game.

Did I mention he’s 23?

I could always hold my own on the racquetball court. Yes, “could” is the operative word. That was back in college. We played a lot then ... 18 years ago. @$*#! I’m glad I just finished C.J. Mahaney’s book, Humility: True Greatness. I put it into practice. In fact, we were discussing a book we’re reading called Flashbang: How I Got Over Myself. One of my favorite books. Why? Because I learned about five years ago that I needed to get over myself. I was reminded of that today--intensely--for one hour.

Did I mention he played tennis in college?

After the first game, I decided to not talk so much. I attribute the 15-0 defeat to my jovial nature, keeping things light and fun. The second game ended at 15-2. Progress. In the third game we were tied at one point, before he pulled away to a 15-3 win. The way I see it is that if we just had time, after about 14 more games I would have won. Just ran out of time.

Humility. It’s an endearing trait. I practiced it yesterday. As I was walking to my car he made some crack about Advil. I just waved as I was concentrating on keeping my balance. Honestly, it was fun and I’m sure we’ll play again. I think he got a kick out of it. Oh, at one point I did tell him he was fired. That ought to help him with his humility.

Comments

[Michelle Richardson]

Ah, yes... the moment it begins to dawn on us that we aren't young anymore. Hmmm...

Welcome to reality, Rob! :o)

How ya feeling today? If I had to wager a guess, I would say, "Methinks your muscles doth protesteth too much!" Ha ha ha.

[Carl]

I did not know you played raquetball! Book a date with the 3 of us and I'll beat you both. Humbly of course.