The gift of arrogance

I sat in a classroom filled with students yesterday. The missionary up front was telling tales from his work in the Middle East. God doing miracles and people discovering Christ. I was spellbound.

So spellbound that I didn’t realize someone was trying to get into the room, but the door was locked. Noting my lack of awareness, one of the students pushed around me with much eye-rolling and head-shaking. He opened the door with drama and cast me a withering glance. Adults are so lame.

Confession: It hurt my feelings. No one enjoys being made the fool.

Confession Two: I am also guilty of arrogance. Nearly every day.

A taste of arrogance is good medicine. If I see that student today, I’ll thank him. Briefly.