“For I say, through the grace given unto me to every man that is among you, not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think. But to think soberly, according as God hath dealt to every man the measure of faith”.

In the middle of the night, the door of my room opened. In the darkness I could pick the figures of my dad and mum as they strolled to my bedside.

Daddy tapped me gently. I was already awake. “Your mum has something to tell you”. With that sweet mother’s voice, she said, “My son, I am sorry”.

Earlier in the day mum had given me tasks upon tasks to keep me from fulfilling my wish of travelling. I did all and still requested if I can travel.

She simply called me “Lazy Pig”. I was broken. I wrote it on my unpainted wall and wrote the date (I had a lawyer in me since). I was still in my mid-teenage years.

That night, mum said “I am sorry” but taught me a lesson without speaking words – The fact that you are older does not mean you are right.

Age is not a tool for cheating. She taught me humility. She taught me “I am not bigger than apology”.

Some homes are in a mess because of some silly ego. What does saying “I am sorry” cost you? Fathers can apologise to sons; husband to wife; brother to sister.

Why kill the atmosphere of love in your home with your self-exalting but irritating pride? Has the uncomfortable silence done you any good? Has the formal one word answers made you feel good?

Do not bribe with gifts. Open your mouth and say “I am sorry”. Be humble.

If we will have vibrant homes, all parties must be willing to chop the humble pie- status notwithstanding!

Lord, make us Christians building Christian homes.


I am quick to love and apologise. I am eager to make things right.


Father, clothe me with the garment of humility at all times. Amen.