THE HEIGHTENER
"Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and he shall exalt you." -James 4:10
| Volume XXVIII |
February 28, 2006 |
Number9 |
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VIEWPOINT Golda
Meir, former Prime Minister of Israel, once admonished someone, “Stop
trying to be humble, you’re not that good.”
As David Brickner puts it, “A false understanding of humility,
along with a startling absence of the real thing, pervades our society.” Why is that? At
least partly, it’s because there is a paralysis in our culture with
respect to understanding truth. Humility
is based on a realistic perception of one’s self in relation to the
truth about who God is and what He has done for us.
But society does not allow for the existence of “the truth about
who God is” much less the gospel of what He has done for us.
Anyone who claims to make true statements about God is perceived as
arrogant and intolerant. There-fore
one can’t possibly express conviction and confidence in truth and be
considered humble. It follows
that uncertainty and doubt appear more humble – but it is a hollow
humility. It is empty of
understanding and without substance.
Many
Christians have a sense of uncertainty over how to express our convictions
without bringing about accusations of arrogance. “In the past humility was the opposite of pride; now
it has become the opposite of
conviction” (Michael Horton). The answer:
being humble is more important than the appearance of
humility. It is pride that
makes us insist upon being considered humble.
A per-son of true humility is willing to be thought arrogant for
the sake of the
gospel and for those
who need to hear it. “Do
not think of yourself more
highly than
you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment, in
accordance with the measure of faith God has given you” (Rom. 12:4). ---------- Bessie
Moore gave us the poem about “Grandmother’s
Legacy.” We hope you enjoy
it. I look forward to seeing
you Sunday with a Bible, a smile and a positive word!
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Grandmother’s Legacy I
remember many years ago, If
memory serves me right, A
hand that folded gently, Yet
held my own so tight. A
hand that promised love and hope And
nurtured all my dreams . . . A
hand that passed a piece of soul, To
me; that’s what it seems. And
as I started forward, My
life a distant star, I
found my hand was holding A
smaller one by far. I
held that hand so gently So
many years ago And
tried to place within it Her
very own rainbow. Not
the time has flown, The
years so swiftly gone. The
past somehow is clouded By
a piece of white chiffon. And
now I see that tiny hand That
held my own so tight, Is
passing on that love, As
if it were a light. And
so the purpose of my life To
me is now so clear, To
give up to the future the Things
I hold so dear. The
hand that held my own, My
mother’s hand so strong, Has
passed along through mine, To
my daughter it belongs. And
as I look upon her hand, It’s
tightly gripped, I see, By
yet another hand That
joins our family tree, And
to that tiny hand is passed A legacy of love; A love whose birth began
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Request the
honor our your presence
At the
marriage of their daughter
Ginny Leigh
To Timothy
Justin Gregory
On
Saturday, the twenty-fifth of March
Two
thousand and six
At six
o’clock in the evening
Coweta
County Performing Arts Center
Newnan, Georgia
The
reception will be at the same location after the ceremony.
Directions are posted on the bulletin board along with the invitation.
GOSPEL MEETING