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This small memory meditation was originally published in Alive Now, March/April 2007. He could use some prayers today, as 98 years press hard on a body. So grateful for him, and for a few words that hope to express what he’s taught me. 

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He shuffles along, the green snakelike hose shaking in his eighty-year-old grip.  I watch from my assigned post at the water faucet, waiting for the word to turn it off.  Today is a rare day for me, as I help my grandfather water the grounds at the church.  He comes three times a week, faithful as the sunshine here in Arizona.  This is my first time to help, as I always think I have more important things to do.  He is quiet, and all I hear is the soft shooshing of the water and the occasional squeak when the water pressure changes.  What is he doing this for? I think to myself.  He is an educated man, and a mechanical man, able to fix most anything.   Here he is watching the water pool under the roses.

My grandfather’s face jumps to my mind when I think of the humility of Christ.  I see his face, followed by his hands, which I always remember doing tasks many would consider menial.  I fall far short of the example of Christ as I stand here watching my grandfather watching the water.  I think God wants me to do great things for him, and I tend to pass by any task which I feel is beneath me.  Father, forgive my arrogant heart!  Not everyone can water someone else’s roses with a willing and humble heart.  Not me.  My grandfather can most days.   It reminds me that not everyone could die someone else’s death with a willing and humble heart.  Only Jesus.  His sacrifice humbles me, and helps me to understand my grandfather’s service.  My grandfather is not only watering, but whether he realizes it or not, he is practicing humility. He is showing me a better way if only I will stop long enough to water with him.