September 28, 2014
You know the old saying, out of the mouths of babes…, well he said a mouthful today. First one of the young ones said, “Bye, I will miss you next year.” He got a hug for that one. Then later he told me, “I hope you’re good in your next job.” My reply was, “Me, too!”
Which caused me to start wondering: can I remember all that I have learned from the folks I have been serving the last six years: will I listen twice as much as talk; will I hold in confidence their stories, their pain, their expectations, their questions and their assurances; will I be faithful in preaching the word, teaching the scriptures, encouraging the faith?
Perhaps those seem like crazy questions, or ones that make this “job” all about me. I imagine some of it comes from the unknown of starting something new. And a tad nervousness.
There is a strong reminder, and a line I will soon be asserting, “I will, and I ask God to help and guide me,” that reminds me this “job,” this calling, this privilege and honor, is NOT all about me. This is God’s call to all of us - “Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind” and “Love your neighbor as yourself” (NET, Matthew 22.38-39). That’s really the bottom line to being “good” in the “job,” any job. So, ok God, here we go…