“There are no little people and no little places.”
– No Little People (Francis Schaeffer)

This is not a bigoted post against people of lesser stature. Being short is probably real useful, if you want to go spelunking! Or race horses or crawl through the ventilation shaft or narrowly avoid decapitation by blind and low-flying buzzards.

No! This post is about how there are no people of little significance! Nor are there places of little significance. You do not need to, say, write a book about brotherliness in order to be a good brother. Remember that you ought to, as me own mother used to say, “Grow where you’re planted.” She still says that, but she used to, too.

I hope that you know that your role as a good brother, even if it is never recognized or celebrated — will be recognized and celebrated for the glory it brings to the Lord. Next time you feel thirsty for adventure, like your life amounts to Not Much At All, like you need to make a bold move and become Somebody…maybe you do. =) But bear in mind that probably every day, you have a chance to lend a hand, or an arm, or an ear or a thought or a prayer or a heart, to a veritable fleet of immortal daughters of God, perfect works-in-progress, as they wend their way through the world. Wend.

That’s all. Just remember that you are not a little person, and the place you live is not a little place. If you live just a plain old normal life…and if you live it Holy…then it is a Miraculous life. If you love your sisters, you have accomplished what few men do, and gained the only kind of reward worth having, plus perhaps a pretty smile for your trouble.