. . . as believers in our glorious Lord Jesus Christ, don't show favoritism. Suppose a man comes into your meeting wearing a gold ring and fine clothes, and a poor man in shabby clothes also comes in. If you show special attention to the man wearing fine clothes and say, "here's a good seat for you," but say to the poor man, "You stand there" or "Sit on the floor by my feet," have you not discriminated among yourselves and become judges with evil thoughts? . . . has not God chosen those who are poor in the eyes of the world to be rich in faith and to inherit the kingdom he promised those who love him? -- James 2:1-5, NIV.Think what it's like to be Superman's cousin . . .
The one who's not-so-super.
- You're not faster than a speeding bullet (though you can generally outrun most dogs).
- You can't leap tall buildings in a single bound (though you're pretty good getting over a chain-link fence).
- And you don't get to hang around Metropolis; no, you've been assigned to Cleveland (with the occasional foray into Buffalo).
So guess who gets all the attention?
Guess who gets all the praise?
And guess who gets discouraged -- who feels like quitting, who wonders why they bother doing anything when somebody else can do it faster, higher, and with super-snazzy special-effects?
Then again, little things still need to get done.
Cleveland still needs some help; Buffalo too.
And even if you're not a super-hero like your cousin -- yes, even if you don't get all the attention, all the fame, and all the endorsement contracts that he does . . .
We want you to know that we still need pretty-good-heroes like you.