Point taken

“God loves me,” I told the gathering of the Back Mountain Men’s Ecumenical Group Tuesday morning at their weekly breakfast meeting at Irem Country Club.
“He loves you, too, of course,” I continued. “And you should always be aware of that.
“But,” I added, “I stand here today painfully aware that He loves me best when I am humble.”
I then explained what a marvelous way my day had begun on Monday. Despite my belly fat and love handles, which are hard to miss, I am in pretty good shape for a man my age. I began Monday running 6.5 miles on an elliptical apparatus, doing 400 crunches on an ab machine, and adding 50 sets of flies, presses and pull downs.
Then I went to my semi-annual physical to hear my doctor say my blood pressure is 120 over 80, my resting heart rate is 52, and my “good cholesterol,” whatever that is, is incredibly high.
I walked out of that office feeling darned good about myself.
Too good, it turned out. At least in God’s eyes.
By the time I dragged myself to bed Monday night, my throat was sore, my glands were swollen, I was feverish and my joints ached from head to toe. I had a most fitful night of sleep and got myself to the breakfast, which had been set up back in May, on adrenaline alone.
But my lesson in humility did not stop there. When I was introduced as a columnist for the newspaper Greater Pittston Progress not a person in the room had ever heard of it.
My talk went well, however. But I knew that would be the case going in. This is a group of Christian men, and I kept thinking of Jesus saying, “Where two or more of you are gathered in my name, I am there with you.” And what could possibly go wrong if Jesus is with us?
By the time I got back home around 10 a.m. I was well aware that only the grace of God could have gotten me through that breakfast. I spent the rest of the day flat on my back.

Ed Ackerman