Cinderella had it rough. Grief from losing her mom, a step-mother who treated her like a slave, and a steady stream of insults from snobbish step-sisters. Hard knocks life, with a “happily ever after.”
But what if she knew how her story would end?
What if she knew the glass slipper would fit, the prince would be hers, and the castle her new pad? Would she still be so humble? Or would she snap at her sisters–‘I wash floors now, but wait till my time comes!’ ? Maybe she’d be impatient–“Watch out! Don’t you know Im going to be royalty?!” Little acts of service and kindness may have passed her by…uh, duh, I’m owed this treatment. She may have been haughty instead of humble.
Haughty, a terrible trait we may have all worn at some point. Followed closely by Entitlement, which can be a hidden attitude in our heart– maybe not with meanness, but possibly instead with blindness…
Blindness to others. In today’s fast paced, “me” society, humility and community are hard to find. Our faces are more often looking at a screen (phone, tablet, TV) than at other human beings. The shopkeeper ringing you up at the checkout, the waitress taking the order, the guy who held the door open. What about the husband who faithfully takes out trash–or is just plain faithful–, or the mom who stays home with the kids?
Are we owed these things? Do we take this all for granted? Or do we see it as self-sacrificing services, (no matter how “small”), performed by glorious Beings made in the Image of God?
With this in mind, I’m in awe and should be so attentive, so kind, and so humble. But I’m so guilty so often.
I don’t want to miss a single kind look or word, or overlook the little things, like the fact that my B&B host pressed our bedsheets…That took her time—her Time! I don’t want to be too busy when my son brings me a rock from outside. I
want need to take time to See.
I am not entitled to ANYTHING. God help me not be a spoiled brat!
If anyone had the right to play King on earth, it was Jesus. But instead he was homeless, washed dirty feet, and spent long days caring for the needs of others. He revealed a never before seen facet of God: Humility.
God identified with a lamb more than a peacock.
His glory is splashed all over the place, but maybe most radiant and hidden is in the simple acts of service, love, and genuine kindness performed by people.
And it makes me wonder: if there is no sorrow or suffering in Heaven, maybe our only chance to care for one another is now. I mean really, is anyone hungry, cold or having a bad day there? Doubtful.
Cinderella never complained about nor refused her load. She probably welcomed any act of kindness like water to dry land. I want to do my best to find all those splashes and see all the amazing people spilling it. And I want to spill as much as I can while I can. Even if I believe a Heavenly Kingdom awaits.
How about you?