Humility

One of my favorite life moments is when I drive my Grandma home from a family gathering or church service.  As we coast down the freeway, she would tenderly hold my hand while praying over me.  We would catch up on life, and she would drop knowledge with a sagacity that only grandmothers can possess, drawing from deep wells of experience and hardship.  Normally I just listen, carefully.

Last Sunday, the lesson of the day was, “Daniel - Rule #1: Humility.  Rule #2: Humility.  Rule #3: Humility.” 

This is was a theme for us ever since returning home from my travels around the world doing mission work in developing countries.  I believe she wanted to make sure I didn’t let it get to my head or puff up my pride.  Her mantra was to always give God the credit and to honor those around you.

We were talking about this while on Vermont Avenue ready to hop on the 10 East.  Our car idled behind a white van belonging to LA Busan Presbyterian Church.  We chuckled at the sight because my Grandma is from Busan, S. Korea.  Then just as we merged onto the on-ramp I noticed the bold decal on the side of the vehicle.  In large, navy, cursive type, it simply read, “Humility.”  

God or odd?