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Work:Not An Idle Job


Paul Schneidmill


As you read this, Iím busier lately than a one-legged man at a kicking contest.


In addition to the fact that Iím a husband, dad, and a Department of the Army employee, Iím working toward the completion of a Joint Degree in Practical Theology and Human Services Counseling.


Unfortunately, my front and back yard grass has not realized it needs to stop growing while Iím doing all of this, the trash still piles up and is not allowed to stay in my home, and the toilets refuse to maintain the cleanliness I periodically give them.


Iím sure Iíve neglected to mention twelve or fifteen other duties and responsibilities I have.Oh, by the way, did I mention that my degree program consists of me taking an average of 4 classes a semester?Itís by choice that Iím doing all of this and therefore, though I am busy, I donít see myself as busy.


I choose and prefer to see myself as not being idle.I never want by any stretch of the imagination, to be idle.


In Alice Grayís ďStories for the Heart, Chip McGregor tells the story of a man named Larry, whose lifelong dream was to fly airplanes.Poor eyesight denied him from fulfilling that dream when he joined the Air Force as a teenager, so he had serve in another capacity.One fine day years later, Larry got an idea.He went to the local Army-Navy surplus store, bought a tank of helium and 45 heavy-duty helium balloons that measured over 4 feet across when fully inflated.


He strapped the balloons to his lawn chair anchored to his jeep bumper, packed some sandwiches, drinks, and a loaded BB gun, sat in the chair and inflated the balloons.


When Larry cut his anchor cord, he thought heíd float lazily up to the sky.Instead, he shot up into the sky like a rocket and climbed until he leveled off at 11,000 feet!At that height, he couldnít risk shooting any of the balloons (as was his plan) to begin a descent, for fear of unbalancing his load and experiencing flying for sure!


Larry stayed aloft for 14 hours, not knowing how heíd get back to earth.Eventually, he drifted into the flight corridor of his cityís airport.A pilot radioed the tower about passing a guy in a lawn chair at 11,000 feet with a rifle in his lap.


At dusk, Larry drifted out to the sea.The Navy sent a helicopter, which hovered over his contraption, dropped a rescue line to him, and hauled him back to earth.Immediately upon landing, Larry was arrested.As he was led away, a reporter asked him why he did it.Larry replied, ďA man just canít sit around.Ē


Though Larryís methods were extreme, itís true that we canít and shouldnít just sit around.


I know of no job descriptions or positions that require experience and/or excellence in idleness.††††


I often hear people complain about their jobs and the things they have to do.I tell them that when they have work to do, itís confirmation of employment of some kind.Sometimes that goes over well and sometimes it doesnít, but if youíre currently unemployed or have ever experienced being unemployed, like I have, we just may agree that itís better to be doing something (legally, of course) that puts pictures of past Presidents in your possession, than it is not to.


I have one more active activity that Iím fully engaged in to tell you about.Iím a minister, a servant of the God of the Bible.As His servant, I must be active laborer in Godís harvest as outlined by the Lord Jesus Christ in the Luke 10:2. I must also redeem (make the most of) the time God gives me, because the days we currently live in are largely evil times (Ephesians 5:16).


I never want to be idle in doing the things Iím assigned, required, and supposed to do.Keep an eye on me and let me know if any of my work appears to be slacking.

Copyright © Paul Schneidmill

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