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I’d been robbed! At least, that’s what it felt like. This evening when I got home I opened the door to emptiness and silence. My eyes flittered around the kitchen and the living room. Then I made my way upstairs to the bedrooms. Nothing! Not another living soul was present. Oh, everything was intact, just as it was 10 hours previously when I left it. But still I felt I had been robbed! And although my husband wasn’t home, I could tell he had been robbed too. This evil culprit called work had robbed us both of time,energy, and each other. Although I was grateful for my job and the opportunities it provided, I couldn’t help but feel a bit of resentment.
Each day we get in this pattern of rising from bed, rushing off to work, and wrestling to meet deadlines. We spend our waking hours crunching numbers, developing presentations, attending meetings, and thinking. Thinking of ways we can be productive, impress our bosses, and ultimately improve the bottom line. It seems as though it’s all one big circle. We work hard to solve problems and save the company money. Saving money increases profits allowing the company to remain stable, thereby increasing the work supply. But in all the hustle and bustle what are we really working for? At the end of the day what have we really achieved?
While I stood in my kitchen preparing dinner and waiting for my husband to come home, I realized I had actually achieved very little. Sure, I probably did something that contributed to my company’s bottom line. But had I done anything to contribute to God’s bottom line? Luckily for me, God doesn’t do performance appraisals. Anyone who has ever spent any time in corporate America can attest to the ultimate dread that comes with the words performance appraisal. It seems to be a catch twenty-two. Either you go into it believing your work was exceptional only to learn that it was marginal with room for improvement. Or your sneaking suspicions are confirmed and you’re forced to prepare for a swift exit.
As I stirred the pasta I began to think, ‘What would God say to me at my performance appraisal?’ Whether yearly, monthly, or weekly, I’m not so sure the answer is something I would want to hear. I’ve slipped, slid, ducked and dodged a few opportunities to contribute to His bottom line. And although God is a forgiving God, he is also an expecting God.
Tomorrow, I may go in to work to discover that my services are no longer needed. That’s corporate America. But with God, my testimony, my faith, my willingness to work and lead others to Christ is always needed and wanted. That’s God.
‘Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few.” Matthew 9:37.
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