It was a hectic morning for a Saturday...
One of the guy's carelessly left his wash bucket in the building's utility sink with the water running. The sink overflowed, sending water cascading down the hallway, and it apparently went unnoticed for a while. Being that I'm a porter (janitor), it took more than an hour for me and several co-workers to mop it up.
Later, however, I retreated to my cell to resume rereading the journal entries of evangelist and missionary David Brainerd (1718-1747). I've read his journal several times before, but had not done so in a while.
David would often travel on foot or horseback to reach Native Americans along the east coast with the gospel. Centuries later his book has become a classic, and I always receive lots of encouragement from what David Brainerd had to say regarding his travels, his challenges and times of suffering, the effects of his ministry, and how he often had to allow God to deal with his own heart. Brother Brainerd was indeed a very humble and self-effacing man.