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Getting Off the High Horse


 
Have you ever been the victim of someone on a high horse? Hopefully not literally, but figuratively speaking of course. I know I have. Recently in fact. The “High Horse” mentality happens when people self elevate to scrutinize others, looking down upon them from some lofty place they set for themselves far above those they judge. That got me to thinking, were did the term “Get Off Your High Horse” originate?
 
I did a little research and came up with this, people of importance actually used to ride high horses. Dignitaries, government officials, higher ranked officers in the military, all would obtain the tallest stead to ride, giving them a towering position, domineering over their fellow horse riders, and presenting themselves as larger than life. When the use of horses for battle became less common people began to use the term to mean someone who elevated themselves above others in thought, deed or action to be seen as superior.
 
Jesus came with a completely different mentality. Here he was, God, in the flesh, and he presented himself as a humble servant, loving rather then judging. He washed the feet of those he taught to show them how they should treat others. The only people he ever spoke ill of were the religious leaders who exalted themselves above everyone else. They called themselves holy, but they were full of holes, and they were the ones on the “high horse” in his day, and he told them that they would be brought down. So weather you are the victim of a high horse rider, or the mounted one, remember the words of Christ… “For those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.” – Matthew 23:12
 

Finding The Keys


 
What goes through a person’s mind when the keys are missing…really missing, not just misplaced. I don’t know about anybody else but I go nuts, crazy nuts. First, it is the “retrace the steps” routine. Then I move on to going room to room and looking under every piece of furniture. After that I would move to the kitchen, where every single drawer would be opened and rummaged through. Why I would think that I put my keys with our teacups is still a mystery to me, but still I look.
 
Most of the time when the keys are lost they end up in some mundane, normal place. Like in the pocket of my wonderful, amazing, and loving, husbands dirty pants. Which were in the bottom of the wash pile. Once however, we really did loose a set of keys. We looked every ware, and could not find them. For months they were missing. We just assumed they were lost forever. Then, one day…a miracle, the missing keys were found. Celebration erupted, congratulations were doled out. What was lost, had been found, and we could not be happier about something that seems so small.
 
My simple question to myself and anyone else who might take a gander at this blog is…What are the keys in your life, that, if they went missing, you would really notice, and want to take the time to find them… Is it daily quiet time with God, Bible Reading, fellowship with friends, worship. All of these can be the “KEY” to having a life filled with joy. I urge you to hold on to them, and if they go missing, then, by all means, find them!