Summary: A sermon about humility.
“The Humble are Lifted Up”
Last weekend, I read a post on Facebook by an old classmate from high school.
It said that another classmate--named Sean Hodge--had passed away.
It took me a minute or two, but I remembered Sean.
I hadn’t known him very well.
He was a year ahead of me in school.
The last image I have of Sean is as a young (and what I interpreted as a bit of a cocky) high school kid walking home from school with a smirk on his face after getting off the school bus.
I haven’t seen him since.
That image seems like it could have been yesterday.
It’s frozen in time.
But, it was not yesterday; it was a little over 30 years ago.
And now he is dead.
He died of a sudden heart attack.
It really hit me.
Life is just a vapor.
And the older I get, the more this becomes a reality.
Sean’s death has been bothering me all week.
In any event, I was unaware that I was a friend of Sean’s on Facebook.
So, I went to his profile and started reading about his life.
I could see he was married to a girl who had graduated in my class.
Sean had a beautiful, happy family—two teenage girls.
I tried to find out what he did for a living, but he hadn’t written anything about it.
I looked to see where he went to college; all it said was that he graduated with his undergraduate degree from Colorado State.
It was only when the obituary came out that I read that Sean had then gone on to graduate from a prestigious medical school and had been practicing as a doctor for the past 20 years.
Why did Sean not list his doctoral work on his profile?
Why did he not say he was a doctor?
Why didn’t he use his status to brag to the world.
I mentioned this to his best friend.
His answer was “That’s because Sean was so much more than a doctor.”
One comment about Sean in the obituary stood out to me. It said: “He was interested in a wide range of issues and was always ready to discuss and argue for his perspective of favoring the underprivileged and less fortunate.”
What a humble guy--that kid walking home from school with a smirk on his face turned out to be—not cocky at all; the exact opposite actually.
I wonder how often we misread other people?
I wonder how often we assume the worst about someone, just because we haven’t taken the time to get to know them?
Sean was a quiet kid, a year older than me.
He did always appear to have a smirk on his face.
So, I figured he was full of himself.
But one of his friends who knew him well in high school wrote: “Sean taught me to respect quiet, smart people.”
So, that’s what Sean was.
He was a quiet, smart person.
A uniquely humble guy who cared deeply about the underprivileged and less fortunate.
You know, the Bible talks a lot about the humble and the underprivileged and the less fortunate.
And sometimes, I think, we might take it for granted that a person has to be underprivileged in order to be humble.
But that’s not really true, is it?
In any event, for 2,000 years people have been asking the question: “Why did God choose Mary to be the mother of His Son?”