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.
There is nothing wrong with working a secular job. There is nothing inherently less worthy about it. We can’t all be in full-time ministry. Yet, I feel strongly about how God has led me to this point, and it is *quite* discouraging to now be a thirty-something and performing tasks way outside my training. I attempt, to varying success, to glean lessons for when the day will come when I will be in vocational ministry. My goal is to start to writing about these lessons, not only to crank out some writing, but also to serve as a reminder of my growth now, as well as what men and women in the congregation deal with on a daily basis.
The first is that for those people who have secular jobs, and especially when families are thrown in the mix, free time does not exist.
via Awaiting That Day — Adventures in Secular Jobs, Part One.