Father, in all Your majesty, You did not consider Yourself too good to come down and serve us. Thank You for Your humility. You knelt to wash the feet of disciples, those whom You called Your students. When Your followers thought themselves too good to be bothered by the presence of little children, You corrected their thinking and allowed the children to come into Your presence. You placed Your hands on sinners who needed healing and entered the homes of thieves, sanctioned by an oppressive government to steal money from their own people. You showed honor to those living with shame. Show me the places I’ve decided I’m too good to enter. Remind me that I am not better than others but a servant to all. Destroy the pride in me that decides I’m above serving the ones society brushes to the side. Bring me back to reality when I get too big for my britches. By itself, giving money does not cover it when I know that You have called ME to go. Help me find ways to serve and put an end to my excuses. And may I walk with You as a humble servant lead by a servant Master.