I had a friend who was seeking once say he discovered and read the book of Job (pronounced like the thing we do every day). I chuckled and told him it was pronounced Job (long “o”). What struck him was the reality of Job’s life. He was going through a tough time which included a fire, children taken away, false accusations, and a whole bunch of other stuff.

This post is not about that Job. It is about the other job. You know…the thing we do to earn our keep in this world.

I love my job. If I was independently wealthy and was not being paid by the church, I would do this gig for free. I love it that much. On April 13th I will celebrate 40 years of my ordination into the ministry. At that time the ordination was the “official” day. I had been preaching since the end of my sophomore year in college (1972), but on April 13, 1975 I put on my “big pastor pants” and become official. Official what I’m not sure…but I did. I’ll actually write a post about that day on that day, but for now suffice it to say it was an important day.

I love my job. Other than a few times when I (for reasons mostly mine) found myself having to move, i.e. being asked to leave (a whole ‘nother story), I have never regretted doing what I do. Not even when I have nights like last night where a crisis has me running on 3 hours sleep over the last 36 hours (at this point). I told our youth pastor when I left him at 3:15 am: “This is ministry because it is about people.” Not all days are like this. Not all “seasons of ministry” are like this. But this is what it is all about:

PEOPLE.

Helping. Caring. Supporting. Encouraging. And more.

Yeah…I love my job…even in seasons like this. 🙂

How about you?