It is not vanity to believe this role in purpose. It is security in knowing that as a recipient of resplendent mercy and extravagant grace, that I should go and do likewise. Not in some haughty highly contrived and tightly choreographed three point sermon. Rather in the simplicity of the moment is what is needed. Sharing a glass of water with the thirst is of greater value than the sermon. Only a recipient of mercy and grace know its virtue and value to those that crave it.
I am not perfect in this role. I fail a lot. I fail to remember my purpose, my function, my essential reason for existence in such moments. In such moments when my memory fails all I can do is get up, dust myself off, and beg forgiveness from my creator, and the ones that he intended me to bring mercy and grace to.
And to that person or persons, please understand it wasn't God that was tardy. It was me. Blame me for the timing of deliverance, not the eternal one. He sent me. I just didn't get the message. He exhorted me to act and my feet for whatever reason failed to move.