“I would never work this hard for somebody else.” That’s what I told my husband the other day. Lately, my writing project has been all-consuming. I admit I’ve become rather obsessive.
Who am I working for? Technically I’m self-employed. Freelance. I suppose that means I work for myself. I don’t get regular paychecks. I do the work because I love the work! I feel propelled by my sense of call. To call this writing a vocation means that I’m driven to do it because of my relationship to the One I worship.
Right now, my vocation leads me to write this particular book. I don’t know where it will lead when this book is done. It will be somewhere specific. Vocation/call operates the same way whether I’m writing or doing pastoral ministry.
When I was a pastor I sometimes said I worked for Jesus. Saying that made me feel good. Except it wasn’t really true. I did get regular paychecks and those were signed by the church treasurer. Not Jesus!
All the ink spilled over the case of Kim Davis* revolves around this simple question: Who does she work for? She might say that Jesus is her boss. But it isn’t Jesus who signs her paychecks.
Life is not easy. You can’t always follow a call and get paid at the same time. There are choices to be made. We all make them.
What about you? Who do you work for? And how does that matter?
*Someday soon we will forget her, so let me footnote it here. Kim Davis is the Rowan County clerk who refuses to issue marriage licenses to same-sex couples.