I’ve got a new chief at the office. And he doesn’t know how great I am. He doesn’t know I work harder and longer than most; that I care for my patients more than most. He mainly complains about the petty stuff. I was dwelling heavily on this on the way home this evening: This is not fair; how am I going to prove to him that I am worthy of his appreciation?

How big is your God? Isaiah’s God was enormous! When he writes about his vision of the Holy One, the thing that seems to impress him the most is that the hem of his robe took up all the space in the temple. Jut the hem! Think about it.

Like the withdrawing alcoholic who cusses out and swings at staff. The missionary physician who belittles less experienced team members. The surly dental patient who repeatedly demands the one o’clock appointment yet never expresses thanks.

Jesus spent 18 years as a carpenter. He spent three years as a preacher. In other words, the Savior of the world invested six times more of His life sawing lumber, hammering nails, planning boards, making cabinets and sweeping sawdust than He spent preaching, teaching and healing.