That’s it, I’m doing it.
This time it’s serious. This time I’m going to strike out on a huge adventure with God and the very first thing I need to do, the thing that all Christians know God wants us to do at the start of a new adventure with Him is to quit my job.
Sure we don’t know what Jesus was doing for the first 30 years of his life and Moses spent 40 years learning how to be a shepherd before the burning bush and Paul was making tents even after he’d been called by God, but like 80s rockstar Roxette said, you should always listen to your heart, when’s he’s calling for you. Listen to your heart there’s nothing else you can do. I don’t know where you going and I don’t know why, … Soooo, so long job.
I’m chasing God’s vision for me and it just so happens that vision leads right out of this company. And anyone that stands in my way, any family members or small group friends or anyone else that even dares ask a question about the wisdom behind starting an adventure this way is just a doubter. They’re not wise counsel, they’re a bunch of wusses with tiny faith who don’t believe in the almighty power of God to do great things. A power, that by the way, I have been able to discern has nothing to do with me having a steady job. The mission field is out there, not in here at work where I’m surrounded all day by non Christians that desperately need to know the Lord. I want to reach people, just not these people.
Soon I’ll be living day to day, chasing my dream with God, probably going to need to buy some rope and maybe a bowie knife.
And if I don’t quit my job, if for some reason I’m unable to, I’ll just grumble. I’ll just pout because I’m not being used for the Lord at my job and I’m capable of so much more for Him than this boring cubicle job. And eventually when my bad attitude gets loud enough, God will notice and say, “Yes, the harvest is full and I’ve been waiting for you to have a bad enough attitude so that I could send you out into it. Come my son, Europe was right. It is indeed the final countdown.” Dahnalala, dahnalalali (That’s how you spell the guitar part in that song. Promise.)
What’s that you say? Do I currently spend every spare minute of my free time after work and before work doing the thing I feel called to? Am I squeezing every last bit of margin in my day so that I can spend at least one hour playing music or writing or serving people or whatever my particular “thing” is until God grants me the freedom to spend all 8 hours a day doing it?
What kind of question is that? No, I’m not if you must know, you dreamsnatcher, but that will all change magically and instantly when I unleash the shackles of my job.
This is it, I’m doing it. I’m coming for you Lord, I’m coming for you. I’m quitting this job for you God!
(I have this conversation in my head at least once a week. Have you ever thought this way?)
