Well done, good and faithful servant!
She has closets and cabinets full of stuff that has never been used: silverware, china, crystal, linens, candles, perfume. She’s saving them for some special occasion that never seems to arrive.
Unused silver tarnishes. Linens turn yellow, Candles melt. Perfume goes flat.
Unused talents go bad too.
Author Leonard Sweet said that when he has to account for the use of his life, he thinks it will go something like this: “Empty your pockets. What have you got left? Any unused talent that we gave you when you were born? Any unsaid compliments or bits of love that haven’t been spread around?”
Columnist Erma Bombeck said: “When I stand before God, I hope that I won’t have a single bit of talent left and can say, ‘I used everything that you gave me.’”
Every talent comes with responsibility;
every opportunity with obligation.