Hard Working Man

April 24, 2007 - 5:32pm

My father believed in work. By believed in work I mean that he thought my brother and I ought to do a lot of it, starting at a young age. You know - protestant work ethic kind of stuff, absent the goofy theology. My dad didn't think God would love us more if we got up early on Saturday morning to work, but he figured it might make God smile to see it.

So, when I hit the ripe old age of 12, it was time to go to work. My dad printed up business cards, and I went door-to-door in the neighborhood looking for lawns to mow during the summer. I had five or six regular lawns that I mowed each week. I charged $3.00 to mow the front and back yards, edge, and sweep up. I still have a few of those business cards.

So it was that I embarked on a very interesting and colorful work career. Until I finally got out of seminary and started getting paid to be a minister, I was, among other things, a janitor, a security guard, a forklift operator, a warehouseman, a UPS sorter, and a laborer for an industrial pipe company in Houston. (Think John Travolta's job in Urban Cowboy) I sold auto parts, I swung a sledgehammer on a road crew one Texas summer, I delivered and installed televisions, and I even had the classic paper route.

So it is an interesting turn of events for me to write for The High Calling, which is a non-profit organization here in San Antonio whose only purpose is to get this message out to Christians:

True Christianity is not about what happens at church on Sunday morning. Christianity (old school Christianity, mind you) is lived out each day at the High Calling of your daily work.

If you are serious about the Christ journey, then your life will change, yes even at your nine-to-five. I wrote Bible studies for The High Calling last year. You can read them here. It was okay, but not a perfect fit for me. But in a month or two, I'm going to delve into the eclectic vault of my weird work history, and I'm going to write about what I find there. All of these essays will be housed at the new and improved High Calling website. Look for the first one in a month or so.

Creative writing is about tapping into your life and mining it for content and stories. This is a part of my life that I haven't touched yet. I'm really looking forward to this.

rlp

 

Submitted by Anonymous User on April 24, 2007 - 9:08pm.

I'm looking forward to it as well. I've only had one job so far, but then again I'm still a young whippersnapper. Turning 22 in a week.

Submitted by Simian Farmer on April 24, 2007 - 10:15pm.

I've claimed that the two best jobs I've ever had are the one I'm in now, and my first one. Then, I was the teenaged fry-guy in the kitchen of a mall food court A&W fast food joint. Seeing the state of affairs there, and some of the "lifers" I got to know, was some of the greatest impetus to ensure I got me a good learnin' at university.
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Simon

Submitted by Ramblin Dan on April 25, 2007 - 7:38am.

Your work as a writer is a great ministry. Its missional approach reaches so many people who long for the freedom in Christ that you provide in your posts.

Submitted by Mark Goodyear on April 25, 2007 - 7:45am.

That list of odd jobs made me laugh! And reminded me of some of the weird jobs I had before beginning my "professional career."

Like this one. In college I was part of an ergonomic study to measure the long term effects of standing. So every day, I went to work and stood there for four hours. Seriously. It was bizarre.

As a side bonus, they measured the long term effects of typing too. To be consistent, we all used Mavis Beacon typing tutor. Needless to say, Mavis Beacon four hours a day for 12 weeks will do wonders for your typing speed.

Submitted by Anonymous User on April 25, 2007 - 8:25am.

Gordon,

Your listing of jobs, for which the adjective "odd" truly applies, sent me back to my own early and motley vocational pursuits. In addition to the requisite lawn mowing, roofing and daycare working come to mind. Wiping poopy baby bottoms, and humping fifty pound shingle sacks up a ladder in 100 degree heat, tend to motivate one to less physical enterprises.

Charlie Johnson

Submitted by jeremyf on April 25, 2007 - 9:51am.

"True Christianity is not about what happens at church on Sunday morning. Christianity (old school Christianity, mind you) is lived out each day at the High Calling of your daily work."

What a true statement. I can relate, as my dad will not step foot in church because of people who fail to live out the high calling and be the same people during the week as they are on Sunday.

Let it shine,
Jeremy

Submitted by Anonymous User on April 25, 2007 - 1:40pm.

I look forward to more of your articles, especially on your weird work history. I think you're right - true Christianity is what happens every day. That's why the work that HighCalling is doing is such a service to all who labor in the marketplace.

Grace to you

Submitted by Anonymous User on April 25, 2007 - 5:18pm.

Seriously, sometimes I think the weirder the job, the easier it is to focus on the high calling in it--because there has to be SOME reason you're doing it. Well, besides the fact that they're often more fun. I only lasted in a "real job" for nine months--and that was two years ago.

I look forward to your contributions at THC.

Submitted by Anonymous User on April 25, 2007 - 5:19pm.

Seriously, sometimes I think the weirder the job, the easier it is to focus on the high calling in it--because there has to be SOME reason you're doing it. Well, besides the fact that they're often more fun. I only lasted in a "real job" for nine months--and that was two years ago.

I look forward to your contributions at THC.

Jennw2ns

Submitted by Anonymous User on April 25, 2007 - 5:19pm.

Also seriously, sorry about the double-comment . . .

(Maybe there's a reason I didn't last at the "real job.")

Jenn, still with 2 n's

Submitted by PastorBluejeans on April 25, 2007 - 11:22pm.

Did you work as "a UPS sorter" at the UPS in Waco? If you did that is far too strange. I worked in the old brick building near downtown Waco my junior year at baylah. unloaded brown trucks in the evening and unloaded trailers at some gosh awful hour like two in the morning.

oh yeah, and before i got to be a pastor i worked skinning dead animals...seriously. i'm am still trying to figure out how that prepared me for ministry

Submitted by rlp on April 26, 2007 - 10:07am.

No, the one in Fort Worth. It was brutal. I didn't last long.

Submitted by Geodog on May 12, 2007 - 1:57am.

I did two years at UPS in San Francisco. Lots more stranger stuff too.

Submitted by Anonymous User on April 30, 2007 - 3:29pm.

I babysat and taught swimming lessons before dropping out of college to marry and raise a child. As my child grew up, I worked in a OB/GYN and pediatric clinic, taught learning-disabled elementary children and spent the next thirteen years teaching a four-year old preschool class in a church-sponsored program. Now I am 52, divorced and have no marketable skills for a "real job" with benefits. If I had stayed in school, perhaps I would have a career rather than having to eat peanut butter & crackers for meals and being unable to afford medical care.

I spent the first few months of this year trying to set a good example for the callous, money-hungry people I worked for during tax season. Could that be my higher calling?