No. 63. The Tale of Me-me and the Mark.

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Be Humble. (Have a modest opinion of yourself.) 

Matthew 23:12; Luke 14:8-11, 18:14, 22:26; John 13:16.

The man who took the last place at the table and was asked to move up hit this Mark; the one who took the first place and was asked to move down, missed.

The Tale

Once upon a time in the mind of Evangeline there was an ego that always stood straight and tall even though it was actually very short and stocky. Its name, of course, was Me-me. The short ego thought that by standing straight and always trying to look its best, people would like it and they could be friends. Me-me especially wanted to be friends with the Mark because the Mark was so regal and important.

Me-me was in a very sad predicament though because no one wanted to be friends with it no matter how straight it stood or how nicely it combed its hair. Me-me would dance and sing, and sometimes, just to be noticed, Me-me would sit on the Bishop's throne and smile the biggest and toothiest smile it could make. "After-all," thought Me-me to itself, "I am as handsome as the Bishop. Here, I will be noticed and people will come to me and kiss my hand."

Yet, deep in its somewhat vacuous heart, the short well-dressed ego told itself that the Mark was its secret enemy. They were so different from each other that neither Me-me nor the Mark could understand what made the other tick. Me-me wasn't even sure why it wanted its enemy to like it, except for the conquest of it all.

The Mark didn't care who liked it and did nothing to get attention. The Mark was a confident sort of chap who quietly went about its business of being bright and pure. Ironically, some people tried hard to be like the Mark, who didn’t care and no one seemed to try to be like Me-me who cared a lot. This made Me-me mad because it meant that the Mark got attention it didn’t even want, whereas Me-me yearned for a glimmer of worship.

 

Now, do you want to laugh?

 

This tale has no ending; it just keeps chasing itself.

 

Me-me always tries to take the Mark’s honor, and never grabs it, and the Mark never changes.

 

If you find yourself chasing this tale today, please stop and hug the Mark.