Kinda funny, ain’t it? Me preaching on work? It’s like me preaching on parenting…oh wait…I did that, didn’t I?
Seriously – I love work. In fact, one of the coolest traits I got from my mom and dad is a good work ethic. I like work. I like my job. It is hard for me to NOT work. On vacation – it takes me a long time to wind down…I get antsy and irritable.
I really like to work. (I also love to play…which at times is my work…which of course is like getting a double shot of expresso…but I digress.)
Even when I was working in downtown Dallas, I liked it. I mean, I hated the commute but the actual working – I loved. Some with seminary – I hated the drive. Hated half my classmates because they were blubbering, think in the box, SBC poster boys for properness – but I loved the work of study and writing. (Greek of course was the exception to that.)
But here is the caveat I’m getting as I work through Ephesians 6….I think part of the reason I love to work and love to be successful at my work was for my name’s sake…not so much God’s. I loved being the “hero” or the “rescuerer” or the “closer.” I think I found/find my identity in my success at my work.
Which might not be all bad…but it probably isn’t all good either…..
Still marinating on it. Would love some comments from those who have “real” jobs! haha ha