Mopping up body fluids or dodging trash-bag bombs whistling down the garbage chute may not seem to be very important work, but just leave it undone for a day, and see what happens. Most of my high school counterparts had clean jobs, like pushing wheel chairs, running errands or delivering meals. I felt closer to those who worked in the dish room. They kept me busy with some of the most disgusting arrangements and combinations of leftovers. Their trash room had the most intense aroma.

My work took me to every nook and cranny of the hospital and exposed me to the entire spectrum of healing that takes place there. One place was the lab, where a pretty girl with sparkly eyes cleaned urine bottles and test tubes (we just celebrated our 35th anniversary). Cleaning the ER was always a challenge, because the trauma never ends. The outpatient clinic was lonely, dark and empty, but with every evidence of a busy day.

For every disposed syringe, every used bandage, every empty bottle, there was a story of pain, anxiety and fear—and someone who provided healing in a smile or a touch, a procedure or a prayer. But the story doesn't end there. The washing and cleaning, the dusting and sanitizing, the mopping and disposing that followed, provided a safe and clean environment for the next day.

Each of us has a unique role—an important part to play. Our Creator has placed each one of us in the community, just as He pleased (see 1 Corinthians 12:18). To serve in that role, to bring hope, help and healing in partnership with Him, is the greatest honor and privilege.

Gary Burns is the communication director of the Lake Union Conference.