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| There is a fascinating story
that comes from the days following World War II. Once Hitler was known
to be dead, no architect of Nazism was hunted more doggedly by Allied
intelligence than Gestapo chief Heinrich Himmler. After the fall of
Germany he and two of his adjutants did their best to melt away,
disguising themselves as members of the Secret Field Police. Himmler's
disguise was a good one--he shaved off his mustache and wore a black
eye patch--but Herr Himmler's vanity proved his undoing. He could not
bear to dress himself in the uniform of a mere private and chose
instead that of a sergeant. Allied forces had instructions to arrest
all members of the Secret Field Police, beginning with the rank of
sergeant. But for his vanity, Himmler might have escaped but he could
not bear being only a private. What difference does it make if you are a private or a sergeant? For some people it makes all the difference in the world. We have a competitive part of our nature that does not enjoy being number 2. For those who truly know God, there can only be one number one. |
