The word 'glory' is interesting. It's old-fashioned. But it's important. Maybe it's even a key to our deepest fulfillment. And it's a word that's rarely used in our time.
I knew a man twenty-five years ago who brought it to work every day. He was a janitor, a custodian in a building of a hundred PhDs. He vacuumed up, emptied trash cans, and washed windows. But really, he was a custodian of souls. And when any of those PhDs was having a bad day, they went looking for him, for just a chat. To maybe feel, for a moment, something that could turn around their heart, and their day. It was something that shone through that man. And everyone felt it.
Glory. To me, it connotes a dazzling fullness of greatness and love. With that in mind, here's a thought. Maybe our highest calling is to bring glory into whatever we do. But we can't accomplish that when the smallness of a swollen ego gets in the way. Again, humility and nobility work together. Then you get, sometimes, glory. And everyone is lifted up. Amen?