I Was Humbled This Morning

You see, there’s this fellow I see jogging almost every morning on my way to work. I see lots of people jogging along my short commute; apparently they haven’t received the message that the eighties are over.

But this fellow is different. He’s a big, tanned, strapping Nordic- or Germanic-looking guy with bulging muscles from his neck down to his knee-high sweat socks and he has short, dark blond hair styled in an almost-military cut. He has a serious running face on when he runs.

And he runs like a girl in a tight formal and high heels.

Now, I have to confess that I have derived a bit of amusement from this – especially since I am 16 pounds overweight, get winded just going up my stairway at home, have bowed legs, and have never enjoyed running. (Although I owe quite a bit to a kind track coach in junior high school who couldn’t remember my name but took the time to help me learn to walk and run pointing my toes out slightly so it didn’t hurt so much and looked more normal.)

So for some time, I have stolen a secret smile on my way to work at the sight of Nordic Guy, arms close to his chest, plodding with tiny though powerful strides that must require twice the effort in a run because they are only half normal-length. A smug smile. A smile of judgment on those who must be addicted to their own endorphins. A smile of superior lethargy.

Until this morning.

This morning, he was not wearing the artificial leg that I have evidently never noticed before. He was just wearing the peg from the severed knee down.

A lump caught in my throat. And I thought about what Jesus said: “You judge by human standards; I pass judgment on no one.”

Tomorrow, if I am blessed to see him again, I will smile a smile of deep and humble joy at a man who runs when many others in the same circumstance would give up on walking.

And I just might run a few laps, myself.

– Toes out, of course.

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8 thoughts on “I Was Humbled This Morning

  1. Man, it stings when we find ourselves coming up short in the judgement seat….humble pie is often hard for me to eat.

  2. I enjoyed having lunch with you today and hearing your humbling story in person. I pray God blesses both of us and all of us who call on the name of Christ with His graceful perspective.

  3. Keith, thanks for sharing this hunbling story with all of us! I look forward to being with you tonight and this weekend.Your brother,DU

  4. This post was like a sucker punch to the gut. I know what those Pharisees must have felt like when Jesus got to the point of some of those parables! Good stuff!!!!

  5. Oh my goodness. And oh how I wish I could take back the many times I have been in different circumstances, but in the same position.And oh how I sometimes fail to learn the lessons, but keep on making judgments about things – about people – without having all of the facts.May God forgive me for such times.

  6. Wow, Keith! Thanks for passing that along. It’s always amazing how we never really know what is going on in the lives of others– the obstacles they must face and overcome– but, God does.May we see with His eyes!

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