Many, many years ago, my younger brother and I followed in
our dad’s footsteps and joined IBM for our first adult jobs. I did in the more usual way – college, MBA,
start out as an up-and-coming finance and planning guy. My brother, David, took a more circuitous
route.
He dropped out of college, leaving South Bend for the much
sunnier climes of Florida. A year or so
later, he hires on at IBM in Boca Raton, working third shift on the
manufacturing line for the new IBM PCs – this was many, many years ago! Putting tops on bottoms is how he described
his job.
Realizing that this could not possibly be what he’d do for
the rest of his life, he starts taking college classes during the day, and
ultimately earns his degree. Promoted to
junior financial analyst, IBM transfers him to the Manassas, Virginia plant,
where my dad and I both work.
Soon after arriving, he decides to visit Dad in his
office. Now Dad was one of the IBM
managers who opened the Manassas plant, and he was currently in charge of operations
and facilities. About half of the site's employees reported to him.
Dave leaves the rabbit warren of cubicles – his new home –
and takes the shuttle over to headquarters, then the elevator to the top floor
– okay, it was only a three story building, but it was the top floor – and is
quite impressed. Let into the inner
sanctum by the officious-looking secretary outside the door, Dad is at his big
desk, conference table and chairs to one side, couches along the other.
Dave says to him, “Dad, you must be really important!”
Dad responds in his typically gruff way, – people didn’t call
him “Big Bear” for nothing – “David, I’m not important, I just have an
important job. That’s what this is all
about.”
How often and how easily I, like David, like James and John
in today’s passage, confuse the earthly trappings of success and honor with
what Jesus truly wants for each one of us.
My Dad, like Jesus, knew that these transitory and material
signs of earthly success say nothing about who we truly are.
It isn’t important that I have a secretary standing sentinel
outside the door, it only matters that the Holy Spirit is constantly present in
my life, guiding and strengthening me.
It isn’t important how spacious and well-appointed my office
is, it only matters how broad and how deep God’s love is in my heart.
It isn’t important how many people report to me, it only
matters how many people I serve, for the first among you will be the slave to
all.
The Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve and to
give his life for the many – for me, for you, for everyone.
Now that’s important!
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