Thursday, March 11, 2010

Whence did I come?

(Sorry about the 'whence' but I like the word and it says what I want - it means 'from where'.)
I was not a Christian until age 23 and I didn't grow up in a Christian home. I remember being taken to church on Sundays some when I was very young and we did tend to honor my grandmother by going to church at least on Christmas and Easter but I certainly did not honor God in the way I lived my life. Not saying that we were bad people or I was a bad kid by worldly standards at all. In fact, that was one of the highest hurdles God overcame in me on my way to salvation - I didn't do anything "bad" according to the world; no drugs, alcohol, bad relationships. Though I was lazy in some ways, I worked hard in the ways I thought mattered.

My work ethic was strong and I started working seriously (at our hometown factory) relatively early. I remember the night I had a temperature over 103 and there were five inches of snow on the ground and still coming when I dragged myself out of bed and went to work my regular shift (11 PM to 7 AM). During another period, I worked double shifts (3 PM to 7 AM) for three months because I was 'needed' and I wanted the money. These were the types of things I saw my father do and I grew up believing that is what you did as a man. Those behaviors proved your value and worth and defined you. Those behaviors justified me to the world that I was important. Even after I was saved, those foundational beliefs for many years undergirded the way I went about getting and doing the jobs I held. My values were stacked such that being a worker was the most important part of being a man. Being a husband and father and all those other roles were prioritized below that one. Part of the reason for this was the fact that if one is a worker, he must be a provider, right? The main part of being a husband and father is to be a provider, so the other stuff automatically falls into place, right?

Wrong. In so many ways. Many paths down which I don't plan to wander in the context of work. But, wrong.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

A beginning.

I'm a regular guy. Married to a woman I very much love after all these years. Several children who are all I would hope. None of us is perfect - just sinners, several saved by grace with the young ones hopefully on the way toward that salvation. I'm a Christian. This fact permeates my life with love and joy, fear and trembling. Just a normal, everyday sort of man going about the business of life. There are several roles for which I've been responsible over the years. As mentioned above; Christian, husband and father and beyond those, myriad others like friend, brother, son, voter, mentor, teammate, neighbor, lifter and carrier, etc. The roles that spurred this blog, though, are those of provider, worker, employee, contributor, manager, team leader and all the others like them - all the roles associated with "earning a living" to pay for all of the earthly things we use and consume as people and families.

I'm a regular guy who lost his job and is trying to figure out the Christian response to that trial in all of its permutations.