Oh don't get me wrong, I've really got it awesome. Good pay and fantastic hours, a position in which nearly 11% of the United States population lacks, last I heard. I just never ever thought I would study history for four hard years to wind up scrubbing someone else's digested pizza out of a just-defiled commode.
But that's how it goes. Looks like I need to take some servant lessons.
The title of this new set of posts is not that I need medical treatment (knock on wood: no health insurance.) Rather, my objectives in life need to be redetermined. It's one thing to say that you're following Christ with everything that you have, yet quite another to actually do it. Near the end of November, I took a frigid winter day to try to do exactly that: get with Jesus, and seek out what his will for my life. What he did was show me all my idols, the things I had been going to instead of him.
When God's the only one listening, when all we think we can cling to is yanked from our clutches. When we feel totally powerless to Life itself, like C.S. Lewis suggests in The Screwtape Letters, we go from Peak to Trough. And when we're in a Trough, God does his best work in us.
Therapy.
The theme comes from a Relient K song that showed up on my computer (when I put there last time I was in Vancouver) that bears the same name as this series of posts. So I stole the concept, and I'm actually not that creative.
But while I put in my hours scrubbing grease from the ceiling tiles in the dining hall, I laugh at both my fortune and misfortune simultaneously, wondering what in the world I'm doing on a ladder above the pizza cooker. In this time of transition, this is my therapy.
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