Suppose we are beginning to feel the splendid conviction that, after all, our obscure life is not to be wasted; that having this ideal principle within it, it may yet be as great in its homely surroundings as the greatest human life—seeing that no man can do more with his life than the will of God—that though we may never be famous or powerful, or called to heroic suffering or acts of self-denial which will vibrate through history; that though we are neither intended to be apostles nor missionaries nor martyrs—but to be common people living in common houses, spending the day in common offices or common kitchens, yet doing the will of God there, we shall do as much as apostle, or missionary, or martyr—seeing that they can do no more than do God’s will where they are, even as we can do as much where we are—and answer the end of our life as truly, faithfully and triumphantly as they. (Henry Drummond)