There is a little boy in Little Rock, Children’s Hospital that is eight days old. Three days ago he had open heart surgery. He is struggling to live. He has Down’s Syndrome. I don’t have any big problems.

There is a young man in Malindi, Kenya that is 16. He cannot find his father. His mother died in an auto accident. He has a bicycle that he uses to taxi people around the city. He makes about $2 a day. My job isn’t so tough.

There is a man working across the street from my house. He’s working the gate at the Blue and White game. We buried his wife just a few days ago. She was a wonderful woman, a great mother, an inspiring teacher. His heart is breaking but he’s loving those on junior and senior high kids tonight. I’m not suffering at all.

It’s easy for me to take a look at myself and think that I have problems or feel overwhelmed by curcumstances. “They that measure themselves by themselves and compare themselves with themselves, are not wise.” (IICor.10.12b) I’ve got to get my eyes off of myself.

We’ve got work to do. We’ve got an opportunity to bring some healing and some peace to those who really need it. I’m a Lilliputian in the land of Gulliver but my God “can do unthinkably more than I can ask or imagine.” I’m not praying for comfort and peace but for problems and possiblities. So I’m looking for the largest Goliath I can find so that I can hurl the first stone. Don’t pray for blessings anymore, pray for Giants. “Father, do not merely bless what I am doing but help me to do God sized things that you will bless.”