So..the past few days have been quite an ordeal in the Andrews family. Friday evening around 5ish while sitting to coffee with my wonderful girlfriend, who is also the closest and dearest friend and companion I have, got a phone call from my mom, who told me my Uncle Gary had just passed away. The weekend kinda blurred into the beginning of this week, from driving with my cousins to the funeral, and from the funeral to driving with my parents back home. Something of that funeral, which was more than sufficient to do Uncle Gary justice and reflect on his goodness, really stuck with me though. (Thank you Tim) The Pastor called my Uncle a "servant of Christ, disguised as a Donut Man". This is a perfect description of Gary and perhaps one of the most profound things I've ever heard.
I wonder, if someone watched me do my job, would they see a servant of Christ who happens to push carts? If you met someone while you were at work, doing the tedious daily things you do to try and earn whatever living you can, would their interaction with you show someone who's just making a living, or would it leave the impression of something much, much more. I always want more from life than what I have. I don't know if this a character defect in me, or if it's a defect or just a characteristic of the whole human race. I want to do more, be more, see more, dive deeper into relationships with people, dive deeper into my relationship with God. I am never ever satisfied to stand still and be static in the things I say and do, or the people I interact with. I want to be alive.
This is going in a slightly different direction than I thought it would, but I think that's alright. I'm saying what's on my mind. I want people to look at me and see someone who is alive, who is bursting with the kind of vitality and unbridled joy that only Christ can give. I want people to think of me as a "servant of Chist disguised as a cart pusher". That's what I do for now, to earn my rent money and food money and every penny I have at the moment, but I would want this no matter what I did. What do you do? What's your job, what do you do to make a living? Are you really living, or are you just making money?
May the goodness of Jesus be clear to you always, and may you be known as a servant of Christ in disguise.