One of the happiest men I ever knew, a man who took the greatest pride in his job, was a man in a garage in a town where I used to live. He was not a mechanic; nothing so high up as that. His job, six days a week, was to wash dirty cars.
What a pride he took in that job! He washed them with such thoroughness and such pride that you could run your hands along the inside of the mudguard and withdraw it spotless. His gift was the gift of washing cars! But how he used it and gloried in it!
Someone has said that what the world needs, and what God needs is not so much people who can do extraordinary things, as people who can do ordinary things extraordinarily well. A bus conductor can take our fare in a way that lights up the whole day. A shop assistant can serve us in a way that makes this world a better place.