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To a Humble Man



There are times when you don’t have anything to say.  There’s this blank page in your brain that refuses to light up with words. 
This week was one of those days.
I lost a cousin last week.  His family kept his illness to themselves until they could no longer hide it.  It was time to tell the family that his days were few and we should prepare ourselves for his departure.
He was one of those kind people who always asked if he could help, always offered a smile or a joke, always stood in the background opening doors and allowing others to take center stage.
We depended on his unpretentiousness to make us feel important. When compared to him, we are nothing more than pompous, self-important fools.  Without him, we have no audience, no revelry, no wind to our sails.
He blended into the background and we took him for granted.  It took his death to make us realize how much we needed him cheering us on from backstage. He accomplished more in his short life than a dozen of us together will accomplish in ours. 
He lived life to the fullest, loving his wife and family with a full heart. He touched so many lives with his unassuming ways.
And he never once feared death; he died with courage, preferring the Lord pick him and not his wife and children. 
It is true that the meek shall inherit the earth for meekness does not mean being afraid to live life or to stand up to bullies.  Meekness means humility, modesty, freedom from pride, gentleness, and assurance that one’s value does not have to be shouted from mountaintops but by making others realize theirs.  

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