Humility - Week 1
Jesus Washes the Disciples Feet
I can put others first by serving them.
Every year, thousands of Jews traveled to the city of Jerusalem to celebrate the Passover and remember how God had saved them from slavery in Egypt. Some people believed Jesus was a king sent by God to take over and rescue them. So when they heard He was coming, they ripped branches from the palm trees and rushed out to the road.
Crowds gathered as Jesus and His friends, including Peter and John, approached the city. Instead of riding a powerful horse like a king, Jesus rode on the back of a donkey.
The people didn’t care. Many hoped He would put together an army and fight back against the Romans.
“Hosanna!” they cried. “Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord! Blessed is the king of Israel!”
Men and women and children waved their palm branches and even threw their robes across the road as Jesus passed by.
Peter and John stared in amazement. “He could make Himself king right now!” Peter pointed out.
“All these folks would jump on board,” John agreed.
After Jesus entered the city, He continued to teach and point people to God. When Passover arrived, the time came to prepare the meal. Perhaps Jesus sent Peter and John to get everything ready in a quiet place apart from the crowds. As they put the finishing touches on the Passover meal, perhaps Jesus and the other disciples entered the room.
“Is the lamb done?” Peter asked.
“To perfection,” John assured him.
Peter glanced down as the other disciples tramped past him. Their feet were caked with mud and dust from the roads. His own weren’t much better. “Ugh,” he muttered. “Isn’t there a servant around to wash everyone’s feet?”
John shrugged. “Don’t think so.”
Peter sighed and turned his gaze to the place where Jesus was taking a seat at the table.
“John, doesn’t it feel like something’s about to change?” he wondered aloud.
“What do you mean?”
“All those things He’s been saying,” Peter explained. “‘I’m going to be lifted up . . . I will bring all people to myself.’”
“The crowds keep getting bigger!” John noted. “Those palm branches. The shouting.”
Peter’s eyes gleamed as he turned back to John. “Maybe Jesus really is going to make Himself king! The timing is perfect! All these people here in Jerusalem for the Passover. It could happen.”
But when Jesus stood, it wasn’t to make some big announcement. Instead, He rose from the table and removed His outer robe. “Wait a minute,” Peter whispered to John. “Why is He picking up that towel?”
“And the bowl of water?” John added.
Before Peter could make any guesses, Jesus knelt down beside their friend Bartholomew.
He took one of Bartholomew’s dirty feet and began washing it.
“What?” Peter whispered in shock. “He can’t do that!”
When Bartholomew’s feet were clean, Jesus dried them with the towel and moved on to the next disciple. Peter gaped in disbelief. People wanted to make Jesus king. Yet here He was, doing the work of a lowly servant.
By the time Jesus reached the end of the table, Peter had made up his mind. “Lord, are you going to wash my feet?” he demanded to know.
“You don’t realize now what I am doing,” Jesus explained. “But later you will understand.”
Peter crossed his arms. “No way!” he protested. “You will never wash my feet!”
Jesus watched Peter with compassion in His eyes. “Unless I wash you, you can’t share life with me.”
Jesus’ words nearly knocked the breath out of Peter. Whether Jesus was a king or a servant, there was no way Peter wanted to be left out.
“Lord!” he exclaimed. “Not just my feet! Wash my hands and my head too!”
“People who have had a bath need to wash only their feet,” Jesus said. “The rest of their body is clean. And you are clean.”
When Jesus was finished washing the disciples’ feet, He returned to His place at the table.
“Do you understand what I have done for you?” he asked them. . . . “I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet. So you also should wash one another’s feet. I have given you an example. You should do as I have done for you.” Peter glanced at his friends up and down the table. Somehow, Peter thought Jesus meant more than splashing water on each other’s feet. Jesus meant putting each other first.
“What I’m about to tell you is true,” Jesus continued. “A [servant] is not more important than his master. And a messenger is not more important than the one who sends him. Now you know these things. So you will be blessed if you do them.”
Peter and John exchanged glances. Jesus had set the bar high. Or rather . . . low.
“All those people praising Him,” Peter whispered. “All those people who want to make Him king . . .”
“He wants to serve them,” finished John. “He wants us to serve them. And each other.”
Jesus had made it clear. The most important, noble thing any of them could do wasn’t to stand in front of a crowd and receive praise and applause. Their most important job was to quietly put the wants and needs of others ahead of their own.
Take a minute and think through your day. Did you spend more time thinking about other people . . . or about yourself?
The truth is, it’s way easier to think about “me” than anyone else. But Jesus wants to change that mindset. He showed us that, in the end, it’s way more rewarding to look out for what others need than just what we need. And one amazing way to do that is to serve others—whether it’s as simple as listening when your friend has had a rough day and needs to talk, or as big as giving up summer camp to help your mom watch your baby brother. Each of you share three ways that you could serve others this week—your family, friends or just people you see during your day. Then commit to doing at least one of those things this week. Pray together and ask God to help you see new ways to put others first by serving them.
Humility - Week 2
Jesus Prays in Gethsemane / Arrested
I can put others first by letting go of what I want.
When Jesus was in Jerusalem, He often went to a garden called Gethsemane on the Mount of Olives to pray. After He ate the Passover meal with His friends, He led them there as usual. But nothing else was “usual.”
All week, Jesus had been trying to prepare His followers for what was to come. “The Son of Man will be handed over to be nailed to a cross,” He told them. “I am going to be lifted up from the earth. When I am, I will bring all people to myself.”
Even though Jesus spoke plainly, His friends couldn’t bring themselves to believe it.Peter, James and John tried to understand as they hiked up the slope.
“He’s God’s Son, for goodness sake,” Peter pointed out. “He can’t die.”
“Maybe it’s like one of His stories,” James suggested. “Where it means something more than it means. About what it means. If you know what I mean.”
“Well, whatever is coming, it’s not good,” John said. “I mean, just look at Him.”
Jesus climbed the hill ahead of them. He moved slowly, as if a great weight rested on His shoulders. When they reached a grove of olive trees, Jesus turned to His friends. “Sit here while I go over there and pray,” He said.
Peter, James and John turned to join the rest of the disciples, but Jesus gestured for them to join Him among the olive trees. “My soul is very sad,” He told them. “I feel close to death. Stay here. Keep watch with me.”
“We’ve got your back,” His friends promised. “We’ll stay right here and keep a lookout.”
The disciples settled down against the gnarled roots of an olive tree as Jesus moved a little further up the hillside to pray.
“Wow, it’s been a crazy week,” Peter commented, rubbing his eyes. “Not one chance to sit down and take a break.”
“Except for dinner. Big meal,” James said, blinking.
“And a long walk,” Peter added. “It’s getting seriously late . . .”
All three men yawned, but John tried to fight it. “Guys! We cannot fall asleep!”
“What?” Peter protested. “I’m totally awake.”
A short distance beyond, Jesus fell to the ground, His face against the raw earth. The quiet calm He’d shown during dinner was completely gone. “My Father,” He pleaded, “if it is possible, take this cup of suffering away from me. But let what you want be done, not what I want.”
After a time, Jesus stood and returned to His closest friends—to find them all sound asleep and snoring.
“Peter! James. John,” He called.
Peter jerked to attention. “Huh? Wha—? I’m awake!”
Despite their best intentions, all three men had failed to stay awake.
“Couldn’t you men keep watch with me for one hour?” Jesus asked. “Watch and pray. Then you won’t fall into sin when you are tempted. The spirit is willing, but the body is weak.”
“Sorry! I’m strong. Honest. Got it this time,” Peter promised.
“We’ll stay awake,” James added.
“Give us another chance,” John asked.
Once again, Jesus left His friends to pray and plead with His Father, God.
“My Father, is it possible for this cup to be taken away?” He begged. “But if I must drink it, may what you want be done.”
Weary and sad, Jesus returned to Peter, James and John—only to discover them slumped over, sleeping again.
“Friends,” He said.
The disciples tried to wake up, but they were so exhausted they only murmured and fell back to sleep.
A third time, Jesus walked away from His friends. And a third time, Jesus threw Himself down before God, praying the same words. Though God did not speak, He sent an angel to strengthen and comfort Jesus.
At last, Jesus spoke again: “Father, Your will be done.”
Jesus prayed with such power and intensity that sweat poured from His face, tinged red like blood. Finally, He sensed the time had come. Jesus got up again and found His friends asleep once more.
“Are you still sleeping and resting?” He cried out. “Look! The hour has come. The Son of Man is about to be handed over to sinners. Get up! Let us go! Here comes the one who is handing me over to them!”
Peter, James and John staggered to their feet, trying to shake off their sleep, just as a mob sent by the religious leaders arrived. They brandished swords and clubs. And they were led by Judas, one of Jesus’ closest friends!
“Greetings, Rabbi!” called Judas. Then he kissed Jesus on the cheek—not as a sign of friendship, but to show the mob who Jesus was.
Jesus could have slipped away and disappeared at that very moment. Instead, He stood His ground. “Friend, do what you came to do.”
The angry mob swarmed around Jesus, shouting and jeering.
Jesus’ friends stood paralyzed in disbelief.
“He raised a man from the dead!” cried John. “Surely He can stop these thugs!”
“Yeah, but He’s not,” growled Peter. Desperate, Peter ripped out his own sword and slashed wildly. The sharp blade sliced through the ear of the high priest’s servant!
“Stop this!” Jesus cried out.
For a moment, all action halted. Jesus reached forward. With a single touch, He restored the servant’s ear. “All who use the sword will die by the sword,” He said. “Do you think I can’t ask my Father for help? He would send an army of more than 70,000 angels right away. But then how would the Scriptures come true?”
Jesus turned back to the mob. He allowed them to grab Him and haul Him away to the high priest. Panicked and heartsick, the disciples fled. Peter and John followed the mob at a distance. They could not yet understand why Jesus would choose to give Himself up to those who hated Him.
Think through your day. Share some things that people around you needed - like help doing the dishes, help with homework, or someone to listen to them?
Did you offer to help? If you did, what did you have to give up to help? It might
have been the chance to sit down and play your favorite game. Or maybe you let your sister choose where to eat dinner even though it was your turn. Putting others first means giving up something—even if it’s just a few minutes of your time. Together, brainstorm some things you might have to give up in order to put others first. Then together, ask God to help you find creative ways to put others first.
Humility - Week 3
Putting others first by giving up what you think you deserve.
John kept his eyes on the rocky ground of Golgotha, desperately wishing he could wake from this nightmare. Beside him, Mary Magdalene wept softly. Neither of them wanted to look up. They knew what they would see.
“How did it come to this?!” Mary wondered.
John retraced the last day in his mind. After the Passover meal the previous evening, Jesus had warned His friends that things were about to change. “Now I am going to the one who sent me,”He said. “It is for your good that I am going away.”
Later, as Jesus and the disciples prayed in a grove of olive trees in a garden called Gethsemane,a mob sent by the High Priest had come to arrest Jesus. His followers had scattered.
John shook his head, trying to clear it. “We ran away. We deserted Jesus! We just left, while He laid down His own rights, over and over.” John continued to play out the story in his head. “Peter and I did follow at a distance. Too scared to stand up for Him.”
“They took Him to the High Priest, right?” asked Mary Magdalene.
John nodded. “First to Annas. Then to Caiaphas.”
The High Priest had questioned Jesus. His shrill voice rang through the open windows, “I am commanding you in the name of the living God. . . . Tell us if you are the Messiah, the Son of God!”
“You have said so,” Jesus had answered.
The whole assembly gasped. And outside, John had winced. He believed that Jesus is God’s Son. But as far as all the religious leaders were concerned, Jesus had just committed the greatest crime imaginable: claiming to be God.
“After that,” John remembered, “they hauled Jesus off to the Roman governor, Pilate.”
“I heard the mob,” Mary confirmed. “All the shouting.”
“I don’t know what happened at the palace exactly,” John said. “Just what I’ve heard. The religious leaders wanted Jesus dead.”
John could picture it: Pilate on his balcony, the Jewish leaders hanging back outside, unwilling to enter the home of a Roman because it would make them “unclean.”
“Judge Him yourselves!” Pilate called out.
“But we aren’t allowed to put Him to death!” the religious leaders
Pilate had interviewed Jesus, and found no reason to put Him to
death. Pilate even had Jesus whipped and crowned with thorns to satisfy the Jews. “Look,” he called. “I am bringing Jesus out to you . . . I find no basis for a charge against him.”
But only one thing would please the crowd. “Crucify him! Crucify him!” they shouted, over and over.
Pilate once again interviewed Jesus and tried to set Him free. But
the mob was ruthless. So finally, Pilate had handed Jesus over to the religious leaders. Soldiers took charge of Jesus, leading Him away to be hung on a cross.
The same hill where John and Mary Magdalene were standing right
John frowned. “Last night, Jesus said He could call on God any time to send angel armies to protect Him. So why doesn’t He do that? Why is He letting this happen? I don’t get it.”
“I don’t know,” Mary Magdalene said, shoulders slumped in defeat.
“Crucify him! Crucify him!”
John finally dared to lift his eyes. Nearby, he could see Jesus’ mother, Mary.
And raising his eyes even higher, John could see Jesus hanging on
a cross between two other men. In that moment, Jesus met John’s eyes. Then, Jesus looked down at His mother, eyes filled with great pain and compassion.
“Dear woman, here is your son,” Jesus said, voice dry and strained.
Jesus nodded toward John. “John, take care of her like your own
John nodded, speechless. Even as He was dying, Jesus was thinking of others. Putting them before His own pain.
Soon after, Jesus cried out, “It is finished.”
Then, He bowed his head . . . and died.
John and all of Jesus’ friends were devastated. It seemed that Jesus had given Himself up for nothing.
That evening, a man named Joseph took Jesus’ body and buried it in
a garden tomb. Nicodemus, a religious leader who had followed Jesus, helped. Together, they rolled a heavy stone into place against the entrance.
For three long days, Jesus’ friends hid out, afraid the religious
leaders would come for them next. But on the morning of the third day, Mary Magdalene arrived at the home where Peter and John were staying.
“I went to the tomb,” she told them, distraught. “They have taken the Lord out of the tomb! [I} don’t know where they have put him.”
Peter and John burst through the door and sprinted all the way to the garden.
“Look,” John shouted. “The stone’s been rolled away. The tomb is empty!”
“Nothing left but the cloths they wrapped Him in . . .” Peter pointed out.
Peter and John returned home. But Mary Magdalene stayed behind, weeping. When a Man approached, she thought at first He was a gardener.
“Mary,” said the Man.
Immediately, her eyes were opened. It was Jesus, alive and well!
“Teacher!” she cried, falling at His feet.
“Go tell everyone who believes in Me,” Jesus instructed.
Overjoyed, Mary Magdalene returned to the disciples. “I have seen the Lord!” she exalted.
John and the others were amazed and confused, with no idea what to do next. But they didn’t have long to wait. That evening, Jesus appeared in the room with them, even though the doors were locked!
“May peace be with you!” Jesus told them.
The disciples were overjoyed to see their Friend and Lord. Jesus was alive! He had defeated death for everyone who believes in Him. And His friends would dedicate the rest of their lives to telling others about it.
Jesus set an amazing example for us with His life and death . . . and life!
But sometimes following Jesus’ example can feel a little overwhelming. After all, He’s God! How do we copy that? The truth is, most of us will never face a choice to actually die for someone else. But we face small opportunities to give up our lives for others every single day. It might look like getting up early to take the dog for a walk since your dad sprained his ankle. Or it might look like choosing popcorn for snack instead of cookies, since your friend has a gluten allergy and can’t share the cookies with you. Whatever it is, we can have the strength and creativity to put others first because Jesus showed us the way. Together, brainstorm one way that each of you can put someone else first this week. Then together, ask God to help you follow Jesus’ example of putting others first.
Humility - Week 4
Great Commission / Ascension
Matthew 28:16-20; Acts 1:1-11
I can put others first by doing what Jesus said.
When Jesus was arrested and killed, His friends felt as though they were living in a nightmare.
Three days later, when Jesus returned to life, they were overjoyed! But it still seemed like a dream— especially when Jesus appeared in the same room with them, even though the door was locked.
“May peace be with you!” He told His friends. Jesus ate with the disciples and showed them the scars in His hands and side to let them know He was real.
But Thomas wasn’t there at the time. “I must see the nail marks for myself!” he declared. “That’s the only way I’ll believe!”
A week later, Jesus appeared again. This time, Thomas got to see Him as well. “My Lord and my God!” he finally proclaimed.
Jesus continued to show up to His friends for more than a month. He taught them about heaven and about following God—He even told Peter where to catch a lot of fish! And He made breakfast on the beach for Peter and several of the other disciples. Jesus reminded His friends that everything He had done on earth was part of God’s plan to rescue His people.
“This is what is written,” He explained. “The Messiah will suffer. He will rise from the dead on the third day.”
But Jesus also made it clear the story was just beginning. After forty days, Peter and Thomas and the others climbed the Mount of Olives, excited to be with Jesus once more.
“Wonder what He’s got in mind this time?” Thomas asked.
“It’s gonna be amazing,” Peter exclaimed. “Jesus can do anything now! Even get rid of the Romans. And we get to hang out and watch while He does it.”
“I doubt it,” Thomas said. “That sounds more like what you want than anything else. I mean, think about what He told us in Galilee. ‘Go and make disciples of all nations. Baptize them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.’”
“Maybe the ‘all nations’ thing is an exaggeration,” Peter suggested. “But good point. This time.”
At last, they reached the top of the mountain, where Jesus was waiting. As the disciples gathered around Jesus, Peter couldn’t wait any longer to discover what was going on.
“Lord . . . are you going to give the kingdom back to Israel now?” he asked.
Jesus smiled at His friends, compassion in His eyes. “You should not be concerned about times or dates,” He told them. “You will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you,” he explained. “Then you will tell people about me in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria. And you will even tell other people about me from one end of the earth to the other.”
“Okay, so He is serious about the ‘all nations’ thing!” Peter whispered to Thomas.
But Peter and the others didn’t have long to consider what Jesus had said. Because before their eyes, Jesus began rising from the ground, up toward heaven.
“Wait! What’s going on?” they asked each other in confusion.
Jesus continued to ascend until clouds blocked the view. As Jesus’ friends stared up into the sky, two angels dressed in white appeared beside them.
“Men of Galilee . . . why do you stand here looking at the sky?” asked one of the angels. “Jesus has been taken away from you into heaven. But he will come back in the same way you saw him go.”
Amazed—and a bit dazed—the disciples finally climbed back down the hill to Jerusalem.
“So. Big job He’s given us,” pointed out Thomas. “Huge. Epic!”
“Not really what I had in mind,” Peter added.
“I think that’s the point, isn’t it?” Thomas said. “Jesus doesn’t just have us in mind. It’s all the people who need to hear about Him! From here to Rome. From here to everywhere! It doesn’t matter what we expected. What matters is doing what Jesus has told us to do.”
“And we can,” declared Peter. “Through God’s power.”
“I don’t doubt it,” agreed Thomas.
For the rest of their lives, Jesus’ followers would set aside their own plans. They dedicated their days to sharing the story of Jesus with everyone they met, both close to home—and far from it.
If you ever need ideas for putting other first, a great place to start is to look at what Jesus said!
Together, brainstorm some things you know Jesus said about how to treat others—or look them up together using a Bible (Look for the red letters!) or a Bible app.
Here are a few (paraphrased):
• Love each other as I have loved you.
• Treat others the way you want to be treated.
• Love your enemies and do good to those who aren’t nice to you.
• Point others to God.
Each of you share one thing you can do this week to put someone else first by doing what Jesus said. Pray together and ask God for help to follow through.
Humility - Week 5
Put others first.
Kylie tightened her hands on the edge of her chair as Mrs. White, the choir director, announced audition results. The winner would get to sing the National Anthem at the state baseball finals—and would even be on TV!
“You’ve all come a long way this year,” praised Mrs. White. “It was a tough decision. But the solo goes to . . . Kylie Jessup.”
Kylie beamed. Her friends Emma and Janae were pretty good, too. But Emma had a cold during auditions. And Janae had been super stressed out by a math test.
Mrs. White beamed at Kylie. “This means a lot of hard work. Are you ready for that?”
“Of course, Mrs. White!” announced Kylie.
After class, Emma and Janae crowded around Kylie at her locker.
“Everyone’s gonna be there to hear you,” said Emma.
“I know, right?!” Kylie exclaimed, butterflies in her stomach.
“What if you miss the high note?” Janae asked.
Kylie flushed. The high note did trip her up sometimes. “Mrs. White picked me,” Kylie pointed out, trying to boost her own confidence. “She knows I’ll totally rock it.”
“Chill, girl. We know you got this,” agreed Janae.
At home, Kylie shared the news as soon as she jumped off the bus. Mom gave her a big hug. “That’s great, hon!” she said.
Kylie frowned as she suddenly realized—“I’m gonna need a new dress.”
“We’ll go check out that great vintage clothing place downtown,” Mom suggested.
“Mom!” Kylie winced, imagining what funky kind of dress her mother might find. “I need something new.”
“Then, why don’t we sew a dress together?” Mom suggested. “Then we can make just what you want.”
Kylie shook her head, frustrated. Why couldn’t her mom just make this simple? “What I want,” Kylie said, “is to go to the mall like a normal person and get something new.”
“All right,” Mom agreed. “We’ll take a look.”
“I’m going to be on TV,” Kylie reminded her.
“I know, hon,” Mom smiled. “I’m so proud of you!”
Kylie’s younger brother, Henry, was less impressed. He barely looked up from his game. “You always sound like a cat screeching when you sing that song,” he commented.
“I do not,” Kylie protested.
Henry began to sing the last line of the song, wailing off key on the high notes.
“Stop!” yelled Kylie. “You have to turn your game off so I can practice in here.”
“Go somewhere else,” Henry said.
“The acoustics are better in here,” Kylie shouted.
“Fine. Whatever.” Henry shrugged, tossing the game controller at her.
Kylie practiced every moment she could over the next week. Her singing got better. But other things didn’t.
“Janae,” Kylie demanded during practice at school, “get me some water. Emma, this music stand is terrible. Find me another one.”
Her friends exchanged glances, but did as she asked anyway.
“You’re coming tomorrow night when I practice at the stadium, right?” Kylie asked.
“Actually,” Janae began, “it’s my mom’s birthday and we’re going out—”
Kylie panicked. She didn’t want to go into that stadium alone. “But I really need you guys up there in the bleachers to tell me how I sound!” she blurted.
Janae raised her eyebrows, but she and Emma both came along the next night when Kylie’s mom dropped them off at the stadium, where the teams were still practicing on the field.
Mrs. White ushered them down to the sidelines. “I’m sorry, Kylie,” she said, “but we’re going to have to wait while the team finishes up practice.”
“What? That’s totally not fair,” Kylie exploded. “I’m warmed up and ready to go now!”
Mrs. White started to comment, but stopped. She simply said, “They’ll be done soon.”
Kylie slouched on the bench between Janae and Emma. The crack of bats and random shouts and calls from the field were getting on her nerves.
“How can I get ready to sing with all this noise?” she complained.
“Just listen to something else,” suggested Janae. She swiped Kylie’s phone and handed it over.
“Don’t smudge up my screen!” Kylie glared.
Annoyed, she jammed in earbuds and scrolled to launch her music. But her thumb swiped across a different app and a voice began to play in her ears.
“Don’t do anything only to get ahead. Don’t do it because you are proud.”
Glancing down, Kylie realized she’d opened her audio Bible instead. The verse of the day from Philippians sounded in her head.
“Instead, be humble. Value others more than yourselves.”
Kylie moved her thumb to switch apps, but the words stopped her.
“None of you should look out just for your own good. Each of you should also look out for the good of others.”
Stung, Kylie glanced up to see Janae and Emma patiently watching the field. All week, they’d been helping her out. And she’d treated them like her personal assistants.
“As you deal with one another, you should think and act as Jesus did. In his very nature he was God. Jesus was equal with God. But Jesus didn’t take advantage of that fact. Instead, he made himself nothing. He did this by taking on the nature of a servant.”
Kylie swallowed hard as she hit pause and let the words sink in. She’d been bossing everyone around since she got picked for the solo. Her mom, her brother, her friends. Slowly, she pulled out her earbuds.
“Hey, Emma, how’s your cold?” she asked.
Emma raised her eyebrows. “I didn’t think you cared. It’s gone. Why?”
“ ’Cause you’re gonna need your voice,” Kylie told her.
The ball players were leaving the field, and Kylie could see Mrs. White approaching.
“Kylie, they’re ready for you now,” her teacher said.
“Actually,” Kylie began, “I was thinking . . . could we make it a trio?”
Mrs. White blinked in surprise. “What?”
Kylie spoke quickly before she lost her nerve. “Emma’s cold is over and Janae’s better on the high note than me. They should be singing, too.”
Mrs. White turned to Janae and Emma, who were both staring in surprise at Kylie. “You all know the parts so I don’t see why not.”
“Um . . . sure!” Emma decided.
Janae was still hesitant, but Kylie added, “You should sing lead, Janae. You’re better on the high notes.”
“Well, okay. I’m in,” Janae said.
Together, the friends headed out to center field. Kylie knew that giving Emma and Janae a chance to sing was just a start. The only way to truly make things right was to turn things upside down—by putting others first in everything.
Share some ways that each of you has chosen to put others first this month. Do you find yourself thinking about it more often, or has it gotten any easier?
The awesome thing is that putting others first can actually become a habit. The more you ask God to help you put others first, and the more you do it through His strength, the easier it will become—and the more ways you’ll see to do it. Pray for each other, that God will develop the habit of putting others first in you.