Surely I am not the only one who has had jobs where our work, our fruit, even our very selves are constantly belittled. Why would we want to go to church only to be further accused, chastised, and marginalized in a similarly harsh fashion? I’ve come to realize that, when I arrive at church, I’m looking for living water to soothe my battered soul. I’m looking for friendships that build up, offering encouragement where it is needed, and loving accountability out of concern for my fellowship with God.
As much as I need that from other people, I pray that I am that healing balm to those I come in contact with. That my teaching, my worship leading, my conversations are so grace-filled, so Christ-centered, so saturated in the Word of God, that those I come into contact with feel an insatiable desire to grow closer to God, and to worship Him accordingly.
via Adventures in Secular Jobs, part two | Awaiting That Day.
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