You have given each of us so much, and have asked so little of us.

When You walked the earth, You said that we should not expect to be treated better than You were treated: The servant is not greater than the master.

Yet, most of us tonight will sleep in softer beds than You slept in. Few of us have been spit upon or beaten for Your sake. None of us have died to follow You.

Are we just lucky or are we missing the boat?