There are many in the church today like those the Lord mentioned who love the best seats, etc., etc. Many years ago, there was apparently an complaint in a religious paper that “Christian workers” weren’t receiving enough honor. Amy Carmichael wrote a poem responding to all such fleshly pride.
MEDALS AND HONORS?
Medals and lighted titles? Who but is ashamed
That such, for such as we, should ever be claimed
As our just due? Perish the paltry plea,
The sordid thought. Oh how little, how little have we
Done for our kind; that little, how faultily.
And yet what joy to do it! Has the day
When “The Offscouring of All Things” could be
An apostle’s title wholly passed away?
Ah, but if one among us covets famed
Great Orders – recognitions – let him lay
Close to his heart two ancient words, and say
Them over and over till he be
Somewhat attuned to them: Gethsemane
The first: the second, Calvary.