Being of Begrudging Service

In my morning Quiet Time I ask every day to be shown how I may be of service today.  I figure this takes the focus off me, makes me open to what my Higher Power wants instead of what I want.

After the meeting yesterday I found myself talking to a guy with 11 days of sobriety.  He was making absolutely no sense at all.  I'm not sure if he has some kind of mental illness or if he was still jonesing after quitting the drugs and alcohol  - probably a combination of both - but he was the only inhabitant of his own very strange world.  You know the kind of conversation -  the one where you don't bother talking because the person isn't listening and wouldn't remember what you were saying anyhow.

Silently, I directed my thoughts to my Higher Power: "Uh, aren't there any attractive young women that I could be of service to instead?"

I often reflect on a famous religious about a wedding that took place in an ancient time.  The bride's father provided the meal and an expensive wine for the post-ceremony toasts.  The only thing he asked was that each guest bring a flask of house wine to be put in a communal vessel for anyone who wanted to drink during the party that followed.

One clever dude - undoubedly an alcoholic - thought: "Hmmm.  I'm a-gonna bring a bottle of water instead to dump into the flask.  No one will be the wiser and I'll get to drink for free."

After the toasts the first guest walked up to the flask, opened the spigot, and filled a glass full of  . . . crystal clear water.

I need these reminders that what I do is important.