Here’s a story about a guy you’ve never heard of who has quietly helped hold civilization together by little acts of generous goodness:
“People say ‘well what makes you do this?’ Well I remember in the winter time … and my mother came home with no coat. And I looked at my mother and I said ‘mom where’s your coat?’ And she said ‘well somebody else needed it more than I did,’” recalled Smith.
“And I’ll tell you, I never could never ever forget the expression on my mother’s face, she just absolutely glowed when she told me that story.”
Those are the sorts of people who will be famous in heaven. The people who are famous here will, if they make it to heaven (not a sure bet), be busy cleaning their golden sink fixtures and learning quiet humility.
Me: I’m hoping to juuuuuust squeek into Purgatory, cuz I’m a jerk. My secret plan is to cultivate relationships with the holy people I know, get them to pray for me, and ride in on their faithfulness. It’s worked before. God’s a sucker for that kind of prayer. He won’t suspect a thing.