When I read these words I think of our pastors. I think of the godly men who lead and serve our church. I think of the staff and volunteers that hold Vintage together; these people, this church, these saints, working so hard and loving so well. They get up early on Sunday and rehearse late on Thursday. They make coffee and hold babies. They run sound and lights and smoke machines (just kidding about the smoke machines). They serve and pour out week after week. And for what? What is the motivation behind the selflessness of these people?