The Old Man and the BridgeAudio / Produced by The High Calling
An old poem called “The Bridge” tells about an elderly man walking on a lone highway one evening. He reaches a fierce stream and crosses it unafraid. Then, instead of going on, he turns around and builds a bridge across it.
“Old man,” an observer says, “it’s late. Why span waters you’ll never cross again?”
The gray-haired builder looks up. “Someone who is young today will reach this flooding stream in the dim twilight. Though I crossed it easily, for him it may be a pitfall. I am building this bridge for him.”
This is Howard Butt, Jr., of Laity Lodge. What you reach so easily today may be a wide chasm to someone else. How can your path leave a bridge to help others—in the high calling of our daily work?
Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others.