Once, there was a girl. She wanted to do all she could for God. To be His salt and light in this world.

This girl tried to be a good testimony. She really did. So, she tried to adopt an attitude of servanthood to the people around her, in the hope of reflecting God in her life.

So, she did things for the people around her. Even if she didn't really want to.

Her mother said she didn't have any "self-esteem".

But she went ahead and did it anyway, because she had already promised these people that she would help them.

She got the key that her friend needed, but, just as she stopped to carry her things properly, the key fell onto a drain.

It's strange, these things, how they happen in slow motion. She could see the key falling.. falling, then, again, for that split second as it lay on the grills of the drain, before slipping through.

There it lay, shiny, new... but in the drain, way beyond her reach.

She looked at it in dismay, but there was nothing she could do. She'd just have to go back and make another duplicate.

She looked at the key once more, in some crazy hope that it would miraculously fly up to her waiting hand, then sighed at the ludicriousness of the thought.

Just as she turned to leave, an Indian worker came up to her, and asked her what she had dropped: a coin?

She said it was a key, and pointed.

Before she knew it, he was lifted the grate of the drain jumped right in, retrieving the key.

She didn't even have the chance to think about how she wanted to go into the drain.

"There are anacondas here. You can't come in," he said.

He handed her the key, climbed out, then smiled.

Even though he was not a christian, he was an even better example of salt and light than she ever was.

Change me, God. I don't want to do things on my own strength, but to rely on You. I want to be able to love because You first loved me. I want to serve people because You came down as the servant King. I want to be able to climb into drains for You.

Change me.