When I get discouraged and my hope dims, I remember the call—that I’m where God wants me to be and that it’s the best place there is. When I catch myself complaining—that others are smarter, more articulate, tell better jokes, lead bigger churches—I go back to my confidence in the God who has called me to this place and this task. If I were where those are to whom I am tempted to make comparisons, I truly believe I would be miserable and ineffective. At the same time, I assume that no one is better