I walked through Children's Hospital in Omaha not too long ago, and I saw a little baby boy there, below two years of age, with tubes running in and out of his body--clearly very, very sick. I asked the nurse about him, and she said, "I want to thank you for asking about him. He will die before he is 2 years of age, but the worst part is that his mother died in childbirth and his father's in the penitentiary. Nobody comes; nobody asks about him much, and he lays there. You're one of the first to even ask about him." I walked out of the hospital that day thanking God that my two children are well and that it wasn't my baby. Then it seemed like out of the very atmosphere around me, God said, "Yeah, that is your baby."

If you're a servant, the world you see and touch is yours.