A servant was sent to the harvest field to harvest wheat for his master. With joy, he went… but he got there, and he saw that others were having the tools to harvest, but he was not having. He looked sadly, surprised and confused about what he would use. He looked up to his master, and his master was looking directly at him. The servant smiled shyly and bent down and used his bare hands to pull up the harvest. After a while, his hands started bleeding, and he was in pain. His master was noticing this and didn’t say anything. He looked at his master; his master was looking at others… but as soon as the servant looked down to his work, the master started watching him again. Oh, what a sight! What a beautiful sight of loyalty. Even in your pain, you would choose my labor?

Every wheat he pulled was with bleeding and pain, a fresh wound every one. Other servants were watching him, laughing and telling him how impossible and incapable he was to work for his master in his condition… but he gazed at the long unharvested harvest. “If there is a will, there is a way,” he said. He thought of his master’s labor to plant the crops, will all these go to waste if they are not harvested? The servant looked and wrapped a cloth around his bleeding hands. “I will work while it is day. Night cometh when no man can work,” says my master. I will do my best, and I will make sure my master’s labor will not be wasted… even if my hands become weary and full of pain and wounds, I will not stop! I will do more than the others!

His master went to the table of rewards and started apportioning golden coins on the table for the workers. He dropped for everyone, but when he looked at that loyal servant, he dropped again and again and again at his reward portion.

The master does not call the perfect; he perfects the call.