Today God would bring my face to the dirt. I don't mind wearing holes in the knees of my jeans, if that is what it will take for me to be humbled. As I took my morning run today, Buddhists of every age were starting their day with a candle cer emony and offering to their god of gold. I seemed to be the only thing moving at that hour, as monks stood in their golden robes and shaven heads, ready to receive the alms of those who would come to them to be blessed. The people knelt and put their faces on the ground, not concerned of comfort, of dirt, or of who might be watching. Monks of every age bordered the street, creating a deep shade of gold on either side as they marched back into the temple. I couldn't help but smile when I saw one boy of about eleven yrs. Old. His little bald head and bare feet reminded me of my youngest brother....my smile was soon drenched with tears as I thought of my brother in that young boys place. It was more than my emotional heart could stand. 
I looked to heaven and said, “Dear God, you have saved me, you have called me out to serve you; yet at this moment, as the people you have called me to are on their knees, I have my mind fixed on empty emotions and concerns of my future. Oh God, my King, take me to my knees! May I not be able to stand before I come to you in complete submission and humility."
James 4:6 - But he gives us more grace. That is why Scripture says: "God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.
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