For me to survive without the oxygen of recognition is hard. I like to be stroked and praised. It’s one of the reasons I have my own little blog. You thought my motives were pure?
We start our lives as the center of the universe — little babies whose cry says: "It’s all about me. Feed me. Change me. Hold me." As we grow older and engage with the world around us, some never recover from being unknown and hardly noticed.
For all but his last three years, Jesus was happy to live a hidden life. "There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance, nothing to attract us to him." Isaiah 53:2
Most of the good in the world is accomplished by parents, workers, volunteers, caregivers who keep going through the daily offering of their unregarded service.
You want try and dip your toe in the water of unregarded service today? Go find one of those ubiquitous red kettles being guarded by a dishelved bell ringer. As discreetly as possible, drop a $20 bill into the kettle and commit to not telling a soul … ever.