Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might; for there is no activity of planning or knowledge or wisdom in Sheol where you are going. Ecclesiastes 9:10 (NASB)
I want to send congratulations to my friend, Liz Marbut on her retirement from Georgia Perimeter College Testing Center. We took this picture at her retirement party last week. I, on the other hand, am happy to announce that I have a paying job for the first time in quite a few years. It’s just part-time, but hopefully it will help me to pay my bills.
I’m the new Business Development Manager for Junk King, the junk removal service my son-in-law, Ray Insley, has worked for about three years now. My main job will be to attend Kiwanis, GGRP, and other professional meetings and make contacts with as many people in the metro Atlanta area as possible. But I can’t get too big-headed. When I’m needed on the Junk truck, I’ll be there too.
I’ve actually been on the truck four or five times now. The work is extremely hard. There’s no question about that. But at the same time, I really enjoy it. It’s an adventure. You never know what you’re going to find. You could be working in a million dollar mansion or a hoarder house where you have to wear a gas mask.
One of the guys complimented me last week. He said I made some of the younger guys look like Nimrods because I worked so hard and steadily. I am a hard worker. When I worked retail, many of my coworkers would get mad because they thought I worked too hard; that I was trying to make them look bad, or if I helped a customer they had said “hi” to, that I had “stolen” their customer. I wasn’t trying to make anyone look bad. It’s just the way I am.
Sometimes it doesn’t seem like hard work is valued by society nowadays though. Mr. Obama claims that the unemployment rate is down, but it’s not true. The number of people actually working in the country is at its lowest point in several decades. Add to that the number of people like my ex-husband who are severely underemployed, and the figures are staggering. But where is the incentive to work if people don’t have it within themselves? Most people can make far more from welfare and all kinds of entitlement programs.
I’m not talking about Social Security or Medicare. That’s different. We paid into those systems our entire working lives. And so did our employers. With the interest that money should have earned, most people never actually collect anywhere near what was due them. Yet we’re told the programs will be bankrupt in just a few years. Where did the money go? It’s called redistributing the wealth, in effect, socialism. But that’s another subject for another day.
Maybe someone will say, “Yeah, now she can say this, but she just admitted she hasn’t worked for pay in years.” And they’re right. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t worked. The value of our work isn’t always reckoned in dollars. Even though most people tend to think it is. Someone needed to take care of my daughter and grandchildren. Someone needed to minister to the children at my church when the children’s minister left and it took eighteen months to find a new one. I even have the audacity to think someone needed to write the eighteen months of children’s curriculum and all the novels still sitting on my shelf that haven’t been published yet. All of this is work. All of it is valued by God. Whether or not it’s valued by society.
The Bible says, “If a man is not willing to work, then he is not to eat, either.” (2 Thessalonians 3:10) The Lord has been providing for my needs for many years now, so I guess He’s satisfied with the work I’ve done. And that’s all that matters to me. In the end, I want to hear Him say, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.” Then it will be worth it all.
I guess that’s all I have to say for now. I’m riding on the junk truck tomorrow, so I need to get some rest. (I write these posts ahead of time, so this isn’t necessarily true of the day it’s posted.)
Taboo Tuesday Question of the Day: What’s the hardest job you’ve ever done?