Change. We don't like change. We don't like to change our minds. We don't like to change our tires. Some people don't like to change their underwear. But, most of all, we don't want to change ourselves.

I'm not huge on evangelising. I leave that to other people - I've always been callead to discipling. But, when I do witness, I've always claimed that there was one group I reached best. The burn-outs, the losers, the bullies, the pierced, the tattooed, the drunk. So when I meet a girl whose last haircut was a shaved head decked out in skin-tight clothing and talking about her constant state of drunkeness and sex on a first date not even being a question the guy should have to ask, I assume that this one's my contribution to the Kingdom. But she doesn't even open up to anyone until God tells me to leave, and then she spills it all out. Who am I to think I'm the one to win her?

I don't play any instruments. I used to play percussion in 5th grade but had to quit because I couldn't do the drum roll. I often clap on the off beat. I stand in awe of people who can play by ear, who can play by notes, who can just play the scales. Yet, here in Ireland, I play to drums for the coffee house. Who am I to think I can't play?

I work at a fast food resturaunt. I serve people 40 hours a week with speed and a smile. Yet I got kicked out of the kitchen because I simply didn't know what I was doing. Who am I to think I'm a cook?

I forget who I am. I forget that what I can do, what gifts I've been given, the sixpence loaned to me to spend on the Father is nothing to His treasure chest. Just because He gave me eyes to see does not mean no one else can see. And just because he gave me vision that now requires glasses does not mean I can't see. God can make us into whaterever form of clay jar He wants. When we stop fighting, when we stop trying to hold 8 oz when he wants us to hold 12 is when we become useful. Who am I to think I can only hold 8 oz?

Who are you to hold only 12?