Many times people respond to a call to get in the game.  To get on the field, and become more of a contributor instead of merely consuming.  It makes sense that there is a time for everyone to go from being a stowaway to swabbing the decks occasionally.  But the problem is, that shift is usually contingent on us getting something in return.  A feeling.  An emotion.  A spiritual high.  And when that runs out, so does our motivation to continue pitching in.  Instead of merely serving, what does it look like for us to allow God to shape and mold us, giving us the heart of a servant?