If you want to ‘meet’ God, you can where you are now. You don’t have to go anywhere to meet God. All you have to do is ask him, talk to him, pray.The human church was never established to be a bridge to God that we should boast of our abilities. On the other hand, Jesus: his birth, life ,death and resurrection is the bridge to God. Its arrogance to believe we can rise to that act of Christ. No, we are not the bridge brothers and sisters, we are at best road signs pointing to His bridge. #humility
Steven Davis is a recovering social worker, overcooked preacher’s kid, musician, and media producer.
When I was very young. I watched my grandfather make this wooden truck, my eyes were wide open to every move he made. I’d never seen anyone make a toy car from wood before. I watched as he cut out the frame with the band saw. That saw was very sharp but I watched my grandfather move it around till the full-body took shape. Then he ran the main body through a wheel type grinder with to sand off the rough edges. I watched as he continued to put the pieces together. Finally, I had my truck. Albeit it’s missing a fender or two over the past several decades of moving, it’s still one of my favorite possessions. It was a gift from my grandfather that started out as a block of wood but was something that I could never buy from a store. It was all mine.
And while it was extraordinary to watch someone make a toy truck from wood, as I grew up and my brain matured, I came to appreciate the talent and skill of not only a carpenter who happened to by my grandfather, but one who made me a priceless toy just for me, and him being blind didn’t stop him a bit.
So what’s my excuse for not giving, for not acting? I don’t think I have any.
So I was calling around to find someone to mow my lawn, and everywhere I looked, it was the same company. I looked in the phone book, the internet, Angie’s List, everywhere everywhere, it was the same company. So I reluctantly called the company and left a message. After 8 days, they called me back to schedule my lawn. By this time, my lawn was over 14 inches tall. I asked them for a Monday cut, but they said they only had Thursday between 8am and 5pm available. So the guy shows up at 11am and it took him three hours longer than it should. He wasted so much of my time. He was pretty apathetic about the job, saying to me, “dude, I’m just trying to do my 8 hours and go home.” My grass was pretty much cut, but the guy showed no passion for his work. So I asked him, ‘Sir, don’t you like your job.’ He replied, “Well, my company doesn’t have any competition, so I just do my thing because I know customers can’t go anywhere else to get their lawn cut, so why should I care.’
The moral of the story? This is the difference between the government and the free market.
As I crawled over the human waste laying on the ground it was all I could do to drag the jackhammer. My boss was explaining where I needed to put the 70 lb jackhammer, which was at the base of the chimney. It was so tight under the house I had to lay flat on my back holding my head up, with moderate success, so it wouldn’t touch the muck underneath me. I started hammering at the base of the chimney so we could brace to move the house. I held the tip of the hammer between my feet. Each day I came home covered in soot, mud, and smelling of who knows what. But I was grateful to have that job. It was by far one of my favorite jobs. I can still remember the smell of the sewage. Someone once told me we need immigration because jobs such as the one I was doing can’t be filled by Americans. Hogwash.
Growing up part of that is struggling and when you take jobs on that you don’t want to do that’s part of growing up . So when you’re a teenager you may not like this job and he may not like that job but not liking something you can always learn from what you’re doing in that job .
The problem isn’t that there’s no jobs , the problem is that people think they just arrived do the best job without ever struggling in a job or jobs that they may not want . It’s a spoiled generation that won and was handed everything growing up that believes they are too good for jobs that are deemed less than their self-image.