We are all meant to serve. That is our primary and probably only mission in life. We are meant to be second fiddles in God's grand orchestra.
However, in todays mad race to be number one, to be on top of the heap, to be the leader, to be the richest, to be the most successful, who cares?
The market place (that is what the world has become) is full of noisy people clamouring for attention, to show off their wares.
A lone gentle voice like mine which eulogises service is lost in the din.
To be heard, it seems, a western band has to accompany you. An indegenous instrument has a very little chance of being noticed, leave alone being heard.
Ganoba, in service of the Lord.
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