John worked at a prestigious university. One Saturday he
took his four year old son to the campus to show him where his father worked.
As they walked around the campus John pointed out the various buildings and
told who they were named after.
“That one is Donnelly Hall son. He gave ten million dollars
to the university.”
“That is Baxter gymnasium. He donated twelve million
dollars.”
“Here we have Todd Palmer Auditorium. That man donated
twenty-five million.”
This went on and on until John’s son asked his father what
was named after him. John beamed with pride. “Follow me son. The most important
part of this university is named after me.”
John led his son into a building and up to a door with a
brass plate on it. John’s son could recognize the capital J but couldn’t read
the rest of the name. He was so very proud of his father for being an important
person around the campus.
Many years passed and John’s son attended that university.
While walking the campus with his girlfriend he thought he would take her by
the room named for his father. He found the small building and the door his
father had shown him many years earlier. On the door was the brass plate. In
big bold letters was the word “JANITOR”.
John was the university janitor. It was his job to keep the
place looking clean and regal. John’s father had a job of service to others.
These types of jobs are often overlooked or looked down upon. Many important
men had given obscene amounts of money to the university and were honored for
an age. Yet, without people like John the place would fall into disrepair. It
would become dirty and it would become a place no one wants their name
associated with it. It is the faceless, forgotten people, like John, who keep
this world running smoothly. They will never be honored with a hall, gymnasium,
or auditorium.
The rich men gave money from their vast abundance. They will
be remembered by a building with a sign. They have their reward. John gave
service. He was building his reward in heaven. It is not the man who is blowing
the trumpet who is really important. It is the man that spent the time buffing
and polishing the trumpet to its shining perfection who is the better man.
