Living Medium

Mom and dad bought a new refrigerator, and the box that it came in was huge. After cutting the metal straps off the top and bottom of the shipping carton they removed the refrigerator from the box. Mom loved the new "fridge" and the kids loved the box that it came in. Dad was not real happy with any of it; it cost too much, it was so heavy that he had to have his brother come over and help him get it in the house, and then grocery shopping had to be done to fill it up. A whole evening was spent getting this refrigerator thing, taken care of; no relaxing for dad. It was time for bed by the time by it was all done, and he was ready for it. Dad worked all day, came home and worked all evening, and now time for sleep, he had to get up early for more work. Sleep was better though, the new fridge simply hummed off and on all night. Nice. The last month or so the old fridge just growled and groaned all night, until last night when it began dripping; it was dead.

In the morning the giant box was still in the garage and the kids decided that they were going to make a fort out of it. Mom said it was alright as long as the neighbor kids stayed outside. This was a great situation for her, she got a new refrigerator, and a whole day of peace and quiet while the kids played outside. The kids gathered as many boxes as they could find and began building a cardboard castle. When they were done they stepped back and basked in the beauty of the mornings efforts.

Well naturally they needed to have rules. What were they going to be? The fort was not anyones in particular, they all contributed some cardboard to the project. So they came up with one rule, and all needed to obey, or else. If anyone breaks the rule they were getting kicked out. The rule?

"No one act big, and no one act small, everyone must act medium."

Nobody was boss, and nobody was slave. Everyone was to take care of the fort, and each other.

I know it is a simple story about getting along, but really is it too much to expect that we just get along? Everyone is different, each with different types of personality, I understand that. Sometimes the very strong manipulate the weaker or more compliant to have their own way. The very best among us was Jesus, and if anyone had a right to call the shots and make up all of the rules it was Him. The Bible refers to Him as a King of Kings, and a Lion. Jesus is the real King of the jungle; yet He chose to serve others. 

The Bible tells us, to regard one another as more important than himself. It also tells us, to serve one another in love. That is exactly the way that Jesus lived, and died. We were so important to Him that he served us. So regardless of the alphabet behind your name; PHD, MD, CPA, XYZ or ABC. Just live medium. You may be really a great person and worthy of great honor, but why not lay aside the pride for awhile and be caring, and honest, with an attitude of service to others. Be real; live medium.