The Smallest Shall Be Smallest

I don't know if you know this. You probably should. But I'm a good person. Some might venture to say great, but my humility refrains me from saying so. I am a good person. So good, in fact, that I have been blessed to have been showered with a few awards lately, mostly emphasizing the fact that I am good and not great, so that I win things like 'honorable mention' or awards without cash prizes. But I'm not complaining. I'm very grateful to be recognized.

I was troubled, however, by how the sociology department will forever immortalize me. You see, the soc and anthro department has a plaque, started in 2004, that has on it the names of each student that wins the service award. For years, now, it has been populated by very long names, like Countmastle and Dutchinson. This year, however, was my time to shine. But shine I will not. There was apparently a "printing error" (cough, they hate, cough, me). My name, short as it already is, is about 12 font sizes smaller than previous years, so that you honestly cannot read it at arm's length, though you could probably spot the other names a good dozen feet away. The Department Chair said she "didn't know what happened," but it seems pretty clear what's going on. They're playing the old 'first shall be last' trick, and I, the most good student they've ever had, have the smallest amount of space on the plaque, but take up the most room in their heart. And probably Jesus' heart, too. Yes, that's the story I'm sticking with.