In Websters Dictionary it says modesty, absence of pride, meekness.
In Philippians 2:5-8 our example is Christ:
5Let this same attitude and purpose and [humble] mind be in you which was in Christ Jesus: [Let Him be your example in humility:]
6Who, although being essentially one with God and in the form of God [[a]possessing the fullness of the attributes which make God God], did not [b]think this equality with God was a thing to be eagerly grasped [c]or retained,
7But stripped Himself [of all privileges and [d]rightful dignity], so as to assume the guise of a servant (slave), in that He became like men and was born a human being.
8And after He had appeared in human form, He abased and humbled Himself [still further] and carried His obedience to the extreme of death, even the death of the cross!
7But stripped Himself [of all privileges and [d]rightful dignity], so as to assume the guise of a servant (slave), in that He became like men and was born a human being.
8And after He had appeared in human form, He abased and humbled Himself [still further] and carried His obedience to the extreme of death, even the death of the cross!
My Daddy was a real sportsman. He loved to watch & play baseball, basketball & in his later years tennis was his favorite sport. He loved playing with friends, me, my brother, my husband & the grandchildren. He also loved to win.
He was always there to encourage us as we played. We can all see him now raising his arms in victory when he won.
Daddy & I played tennis on Daddy's 80th birthday. Of course he won. Daddy knew just how to place the ball. In fact he would tell me where & how the ball was going to land even before the ball hit the court. We were playing at the public tennis courts, so many people were watching & some of those people knew Daddy. They were all coming up to congratulate him on his 80th birthday & to say that they were hoping to play tennis with their children when they are Daddy's age.
The next day after his birthday, we played again. For the very first time in my life I beat Daddy. In fact Dave just happened to come & watch the game. It was great to have someone there to actually witness that I had beat him 'fair n square.'
I couldn't help but jump up & down, & gloating. On the way home we were in my car which is a convertible. I sat on the back of the car waving, like I would do if I were riding in a parade., All Daddy could do was grin. That night before bed, Daddy wouldn't even kiss me as he usually did due to his defeat; instead only laughter.
Almost exactly a year ago last Feb. was my last time Daddy & I played tennis. I was so out of shape & I knew he had no busy running around the court. We both agreed to just enjoy hitting the ball back & forth. After a few good hits half court, I started thinking, "I'm doing really good." About that time my foot stuck to the ground & I went down like a belly flop on the court. It was a horrible fall.
After 6 hrs in the emergence room, a cat scan, 3 stitches & a broken nose later, I went home like a puppy dog with its' tail stucked its' leggs. I spent the next couple of days on my parents couch with ice on my face. I did heal up nicely.
But as scripture says, “pride goes before a fall,” even if it was 6 yrs later.
ann :)
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