Monday, 23 July 2007

• Currently Listening All We Know Is Falling By Paramore My Heart see related

  bill collector

  today was monotonous and boring... sheesh.  phone call after phone call of "i'm calling in regards to your outstanding balance of such and such dollars.  what is the status of payment?"... followed by numerous responses:

  1. hang up

  2. oh, we just put that check in the mail

  3. we don't cut checks until friday (which they told me last week as well)

  4. let me transfer you to our accounts payable department (where upon i receive an answering machine that i know will not be returning my call in the near or distant or non existent future)

  5. i don't have the money.  the insurance never paid me.

  6. i used to have the money, but my dog is dying of breast cancer and needs chemo so i had to use it already.

  the day left me aching for something more in my future job.  something of substance... of meaning.  i know somebody has to collect the money, but God, i just can't see things on a grander scale.  what does all of this mean to my King?  does my polite voice and obligatory concern for each of these human beings carry with it some form of witnessing?  doubtful it seems...  but then i think to myself, what job is it that delights my Lord and Saviour?  do i have to be a member of the church clergy?  surely not, for there are hundreds of thousands that fall short of that requirement.  what about the people that greet you when you walk in to Walmart or those tired friends behind the counter of your favorite fast food restaurant... or the mom who stays at home with her kids?  what are they doing for the Kingdom?  i would argue that they hold just as much value as the preacher or church secretary.  we are all part of the greater design woven among our stories.  where we intersect and cross pathways, there's a moment of unknowing:  will you leave footprints on the hearts of your fellow journeymen or will you pass by defiantly?  we all have the opportunity to forge new ground underneath tired feet.  we are products of our environment indeed, but isn't it the environment that awaits our deciding forces of gravity?  it's the give and take i see... the in between moments that can provide salve and relief or pain and reckoning.  so take hope in your tasks because they are all heavenly really.  in truth, it all has purpose to His being.  after all, we are entertaining angels even in our moments of defeat.  remember to shine brightly.

  as for me, i still hate my job, but i find renewal in these words i speak.  and who knows... maybe i can save some dog dying of cancer in Tahiti.  ;o)

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