He writes a nice bit about Why No Me and I encourage you to go read it.
I feel it is worth re-running my reply there, here if only in the hope it helps share and amplify his message.
I go to church early. I help get the band set up and eat the donuts. I guess that makes me a roadie. (It’s a very good rock band – they make church a lot more fun for me and there are donuts for the crew.)
Last week church started a three week series about listening for the message where your specific talents are being called. Or at least that is what I got out of it. Not to subtly on the providence scale, one of the signers pulls me aside to tell me one of his day job employees’ 6 year old was just diagnosed T1. The mom was overwhelmed.
Mom needed to know there is a future.
It seems like I am hearing similar tunes on my life’s radio’s preset stations:
Someone needs help: Why not me?