Big Ducks and Small People

This summer I had the chance to see the “biggest rubber duck in the world!” And it was huge! However, I must admit I was just a bit disappointed. Perhaps my expectations were too high or maybe I was just foolish to think that the duck would be floating in the waters of Lake Erie. But there it sat on a patch of grass.

Besides getting a lot of attention, all the duck really did was make us smile and make us small. Maybe not everything is meant to be big. And, of course, there’s nothing wrong with being small.

I am a small person. Always the shortest one in my class at school, I never grew past 5 feet. I married a man a foot taller than me to make up for my shortcoming. Eventually even my children were bigger than me and I have grandchildren who tower above me! And now that I am in a wheelchair I am even smaller.

There’s a popular book right now called Theo of Golden. Near the end of the book, it is said of Theo that “His decision to live small made him larger than life.” The reference describes how he lived, not his stature. There is a part of us that needs to be small! It’s called our ego.

Some years ago, as I was praying at the altar, a lady came to pray with me and for me. As she prayed aloud, however, I became embarrassed and troubled. For some reason she began telling God all about the good qualities she saw in me, building me up before Him! So as she continued to pray in this way, I was talking to God myself, silently in my heart. Over and over in my mind I repeatedly prayed, “Keep me small, Lord. Keep me small.” The next morning, I found myself in a rather angry argument. As words went back and forth, something was said that hurt me, and I felt belittled. In frustration I said, “Sometimes you make me feel so small.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, my anger disappeared and peace took its place as I realized how quickly God had answered my prayer!

Being a small person is not about self-deprecation or self-loathing. By the term ‘small person’ I am referring to someone who is not highminded, thinking more highly of themselves than they should, and who is not puffed up with pride and an inflated ego. Having a small ego does not necessitate having a poor self-image. It’s about humility. And in the words of Rick Warren, it’s “not thinking less of yourself, but thinking of yourself less.”

Neither does being a small person mean you can’t strive for success or hold a high position. A small ego doesn’t mean we can’t do great things. But it does mean that whatever we do and wherever we are, we focus not on ourselves, but rather on those around us. It also involves a willingness to take a lower place and to live our best without the need for recognition. That can be hard!

It’s difficult, because we like and need to be appreciated and the Bible teaches us to honor one another. But when that need for appreciation becomes the motivation and driving force behind our endeavors, we are in serious trouble. The Bible is clear. We are to work for God’s glory and for His approval. Colossians 3:23, 24 gives this instruction: “And whatever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord and not to men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward…” Elsewhere in Scripture we are warned that, for those who do things to be seen, that admiration is the only reward they will get!

John had a great ministry. He preached a powerful message of repentance and had many followers. But when One greater than him arrived on the scene, some of his followers left him to follow this new Teacher. How did he react? Was he jealous? Angry? Disappointed? John the Baptist knew who Jesus was, so he was willing to be made small. He declared, “He must increase, but I must decrease!” This should be the attitude of us all.

Big ducks may get a lot of attention, but small people will get the greater reward. Lord, keep me small!

Lord, deliver me from the delusion of imagining that my desire is to serve You, when my real desire is the distinction of serving in some way that others admire.
–Elisabeth Elliott

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A Season of Hope

Sometimes winter can last a very long time. Here in the Western New York region it can come early and stay late. As someone recently said, “This winter lasted years!” It seems that way because just when we have a day or two of warm, sunny weather, the next day shows up with cold wind and falling snow! And so with anticipation we wait for spring’s arrival.

That is the one good thing about this world.
There are always sure to be more springs.
–Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery

Spring is my favorite season even if it can take a long time getting here! I love it, because it is the beginning of warmer, beautiful weather. Bulky winter coats get packed away along with the hats, scarves, gloves and clumsy boots. As the snow melts away, trees begin to blossom and flowers start to grow. Spring is a season of hope, a declaration of better things to come. Out of the cold hard, dormant ground, new life pushes its way through!

Photo credit: Eva Marie Husted

There is a chorus we sing that declares: “Up from the ashes hope will arise!” Spring gives us a glimpse of that kind of hope!

Hope is an encouraging word. It helps us to look for the positive and to face an uncertain future. Hope gives courage! It has been said that “Where there is life, there is hope.” But it has also been said that “Harsh reality is better than false hope.”

Hope is a tease designed to prevent us from accepting reality.
–from Downton Abbey

It’s a sad fact that in this world, hope can disappoint us. Things don’t always work out the way we want them to. When I was a teenager I was a patient in a hospital for children and young people with disabilities. Because it was a long term hospital (Some of the patients had been there for years!), some of us were permitted to go home for weekends and holidays. It was dependent on our physical condition and recovery from surgery. Every week, someone would read to us the names of those who were allowed to go for the weekend. I was recovering from several surgeries, but had hopes that I would be on the list to go home for Thanksgiving. I was not. My disappointment must have shown, because I was told that they wanted to make sure I was completely recovered and strong enough, so I could go home for Christmas. That made sense to me and my hopes were raised. I would rather be home for Christmas than Thanksgiving anyway. But it didn’t work out that way. I didn’t get to go home for either holiday! I felt betrayed. I was given false hope!

Hope deferred makes the heart sick…
–Proverbs 13:12

But there is a hope that will not disappoint! The Bible calls it a blessed hope, a confident hope, and a strong, trustworthy hope! It is not a hope given to us from the people around us; it is a hope held out to us by God Himself! This hope comes to us through Jesus Christ and is made available to us because of the Easter story.

Celebrate with praises the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ who has shown us his extravagant mercy. For his fountain of mercy has given us a new life–we are reborn to experience a living, energetic hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.
–1 Peter 1:3 (TPT)

How appropriate it is that Easter is celebrated in the spring! As spring is a season of hope, bringing new life into a barren world, it symbolically depicts the new life and hope we can find in Christ. The hope we have through Christ promises us not only a new life, but an eternal one as well.

When our souls lie barren in a winter which seems hopeless and endless, God has not abandoned us. His work goes on. He asks acceptance of the painful process and our trust that He will indeed give resurrection life.
–Elizabeth Elliott

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