The summer is coming to a close and I haven’t told you anything about my new job(s)! This blog has turned into Rid Street and I am sorry about that.
No I’m not, he’s cute!
Well, I’ve got two church jobs. One for my local church and one for the district. Both organize church people doing stuff (good stuff) in the world. My schedules are
unpredictable flexible. Definitely not 9-5. I work Sunday mornings and my only night away from Riddles thus far was a night spent at work. But, I also get to spend every afternoon with him snuggling and playing with blocks. I’ll take it. I grew up with parents who worked weekends and holidays. Piece of cake.
I spend the day reading about statistics of those who are hungry, poor, forgotten, and ill. I learn the latest numbers on natural disasters and see where the church can help. I communicate with people across the street and across the globe to see what they need. I meet people who need food, money, community, and direction. Everyday I get a question I have never answered before.
At its worst, I understand the world to be a big puzzle of basic needs that is never solved.
Oh, but at its best, I watch people stretch themselves, and make a difference. I watch the Church, which everyone complains about, as a powerhouse of aid, reaching where no one wants to go. I see people get what they need with gratitude, and immediately give in return. I see people waiting for each other, gaining patience.
When needs and passions meet, that’s the sweet spot. The cycle of injustice never stops, but there are moments where I get a little breath of fresh air. A glimpse. Those are the moments when I remember why I do this.
That’s my jobs!