It’s Labor Day. Break out the cooler, splash some mud, kick back. Summer slid by in a sticky blur — are you ready for fall? Today we celebrate the end of vacation, gear up for another year of vocation. We are back to work — ordinary, beautiful, work.
Today we play, tomorrow we ply our trades. Remember when you dreamed of what you would be when you grew up? And now you’re there — astronaut, detective, author, lawyer, president, ditch digger, teacher, missionary to the gypsies. (That was my childhood list. I’m two for seven. You?) Chances are you’ve never been to the moon or slept in the White House. But do you still dream?
What will I be when I wake up?
A baker, frosting cupcakes for a friend; a singer, blasting the radio in my car; a nurse, patching up skinned knees with Band-aids and love; a counselor, asking good questions over coffee; a taxi driver, shuttling someone to the airport.
Ordinary work for a lifetime of ordinary, extraordinary days.
In our work, we create, we design, and we reflect our designer, creator God. Every day stretches before us with untold opportunities to try new things or do old things in new ways. Every day we can choose imagination over stagnation. So often we don’t; we settle for stuck when we could soar. We are like waddling geese when we could flap those wings a little and take flight.
In our work, we serve, reflecting the humble, sacrificial service of Christ. Ordinary work becomes an avenue for extraordinary love. We don’t give because we like parting with stuff, or serve because we have excessive time and energy. We give because someone once gave to us — heaped up, pressed down, running over. We are the re-gifters.
In our work, we shine, bringing light into forgotten corners of culture. Into tense boardrooms, we bring peace, into stressed offices, we bring unexpected laughter. With excellence we may make one perfect product, then another, then another, each a chip of mirror reflecting in its tiny way something far more valuable.
What will you be when you wake up?
I hope that we will be ordinary. Each of us an ordinary, beautiful piece of the mosaic that would be missing something essential without our little part.
Happy Labor Day!
“And on the seventh day you shall have a holy convocation. You shall not do any ordinary work.” –Numbers 28:25
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I love this…so lovely to realize that in our work we reflect His glory. It makes excellence in what we do so very important. Thanks, Catherine!
Cyndy said it better than I could. The “ordinary” job is still extraordinarily important. Well done, as usual, Catherine