Dwight Morrow, the father of Anne Morrow Lindbergh, once held a dinner party to which Calvin Coolidge had been invited. After Coolidge left, Morrow told the remaining guests that Coolidge would make a good president. The others disagreed. They felt Coolidge was too quiet; that he lacked color and personality. No one would like him, they said. Anne, then age six, spoke up: “I like him.” Then she displayed a finger with a small bandage around it. “He was the only one at the party who asked about my sore finger.”
“And that’s why he would make a good president,” added Morrow.
It seems that those who serve loudest, and most visibly, are often times the only people who get public recognition. Yet, I am growing increasingly convinced, that those who are most boisterous often are the least sincere. It is the person serving others inconspicuously that genuinely expresses concern for others. The work of the unassuming is obviously done for the right motive, helping people and not public praise. I’m grateful for the many here at Crosspoint who are this way.