They Think I'm Wise

I'm always surprised when people treat me like I'm wise. I wonder is it my grey hair or my bald head or maybe the accumulation of wrinkles. It certainly couldn't have to do with real wisdom. I must admit I spend a lot of time trying to figure out life, but I don't think I'm nearly finished enough to be wise. My humility, Marsha, would have been glad to tell you that I might have one or two things figured out but that I am definitely a work in progress. What is it Paul says. that God uses the lowly of this world to shame the wise. Well than just let me be lowly will you. Last night at Alpha I was saying how many questions I have to ask God when I see Him face to face. I know he has the answers to why things happen as they do, but I certainly don't. Maybe wisdom is knowing you don't know, in that case maybe I have a little wisdom. I also know God is not finished with me yet, and in fact I hope the best me is yet to come. Even at the golf course today some of the folks were trying to make it seem like I have the answers and that I'm somehow special. Why do we do that with people? Is it because we don't want to be measured by the same standard, so we make some people more skilled or more something so we don't have to meet a higher standard. Me too I guess, I just want to be one of the gang.