I have always had a desire for true humility. I don’t have it, and I’m not even sure what it looks like. But I think I found out the other day what it feels like.
I was playing the MarioKart video game with my four year old grandson. It’s a car race where you and the other player compete against ten computer-generated cars. Despite being such a little tot, my grandson is amazingly good at this game. On this occasion he finished first. Meanwhile I crashed a few times, and got really frustrated when other virtual drivers were hitting me with fireballs and bombs. I came in last, and threw down the remote control in disgust. “Take it easy grampa”, my four year old said. “It’s only a game.”
Now that was humbling.