The beauty of ministry is that moment, in the midst of chaos, pain, and misery: a glimpse of peace. As the photographer sees his picture in the wreckage of an old building, so the man of God sees the hand of God in every situation; and only to him is the beauty apparent. As if a little reward from God for taking on the task, it is given to the steward, because only he can even slightly understand the glory of God in that picture. Only to him does it truly glow, because only he sees that the true subject of the picture is Christ, as portrayed by the steward himself, who has bled a little of his own life-blood to reach out to the hurting... who will never understand.