1 Cor 1:26 – Consider your own calling brothers.  Not many were powerful, not many were of noble birth.

What is my calling, you may ask?  But Lord, I know my calling, and it is to talk to you daily, write for you daily, and praise you daily, the more I do what you want me to do, the more blessings I see, not necessarily personal blessings, but these blessings for my brothers bring joy to my heart as if these blessings were mine as well, but your glories, Lord, these I see and hear every day as well, and just the same, Lord, I see your mercy and chastenment, oh Father, forgive my sins.  So consider what it is what God wants from you, not what you want from God.  It is easy to want things, but to do things, that is an entirely different matter.  There is lots of times I am so lazy I don’t even want to help my brother, but I know there is no difference between a brother in Christ and a brother in flesh.  So I must help out as much as I can, even when I don’t want to; that may be the best time to help someone else.  It is being able to leave that sluggard behind, that old lazy sloth behind and do something, not because I will get paid for it, but to do something right because it is the right thing to do.

               And I remember that I am nobody.  I am not powerful;  I am not of noble birth.  I am a mixture of cultures of bloods indigenous to the Americas, a remnant of the savages that were slaughtered, but even I know my place, have learned my place when it comes to you, dear Father.  Like Gideon, I was afraid, not wanting to speak up.  Like Moses, I am a murderer of lives cut short.  Like Paul, I am a prisoner praising your name every day.  Like Peter, I have denied you more than three times and still you answer when the phone rings.  Like David, I have slept with married women and lied behind the husbands back.  Like Solomon, I have prayed upon false idols, because this woman told me so, or the popular people in this material world worshipped them, and I wanted to be like these popular people. Like Jonah, I have closed my ears to your words, only to be swallowed in jail, in the belly of the beast I prayed, and still you brought me out.  Like Thomas’, I doubted your existence, saying you cannot be real, how foolish of me,  but through this all, Lord, l still have the gift you imparted upon me because you knew before I was born, I was to come back and praise you.  Like this, praise you in places where you are made fun of, where you reside and are thrown away daily, but I know you Lord, and you know me and like that criminal who was crucified next to you, I know you are blameless and that you have died and risen for my sake and because of my faith, I too will be in paradise, happy to be in your presence, happy to see you once again.