I like my job, but on days like Friday, when all the first drafts of articles appeared in my inbox for the next edition of the magazine, I really like my job. An inbox full of honest, creative stories about what God is doing. Pretty cool.
I attended a funeral on Friday morning of a church member who sadly passed away very suddenly from an aneurysm. He was 48. As we said farewell to a shy, kind, but troubled man, who we hope knew Jesus as Lord, I was reminded that our days on earth are numbered. Paul tells the Ephesians that this truth must impact the way we live, every moment, every day.
Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil. Ephesians 5: 15-16
I’m sure Paul isn’t just talking about what we do for work (i’m keen to come back to the other aspects of life in a future post). Every day at work I read, write, and pray about the things God is doing all over the world through his people. From Cambodia to Spain to Chile and all sorts of places in between. It’s such a privilege.
This week marked three months since I started my new job as the writer at CMS Australia. They still want to keep me it seems.
On Thursday night I caught up for drinks with some colleagues and bosses from my first full-time job at a law firm. They told me they would have me back any time, and while it’s flattering & lovely to see them catch ups like that and days like Friday confirm that where I am is where I’m meant to be. Over drinks I heard the latest on a couple of the cases I was working on two years ago(!!). Let’s just say that no amount of sweet talking could make me give up writing about God’s work, to account for every six minutes of my day working with neighbours, developers and crazy rubbish-collecting ladies. Someone has to, but it’s not for me.
I want to make the most of my days on earth. I hope that by helping missionaries tell the stories about what God is doing in the tiny villages and the massive megacities that God is glorified and lives and communities are changed as more people come to know him. I’m thankful for the peace I have that my job is right where God wants me.
Like any job it can be uninteresting and slow at times, and while I have lots of ideas about improvements I’m trying to be wise about when to speak and when to stay quiet. But so far at least 20% of the time or more it makes me come alive and for that I’m incredibly thankful!
In the words of switchfoot:
Why would I wait til I die to come alive? I’m ready now, I’m not waiting for the afterlife. (“Afterlife” from Vice Verses, 2011)