No longer confined to the world of Sales Support, you see before you a man with renewed career aspirations. Or at least, a reasonable career path laid before him. Recruited through a chain of circumstances that are enough to make a fairly skeptical person think twice about the role of divine intervention in everyday life, I am now an Economist with the state of Nevada. The advice I have gotten so far from various sources... "Things are different at the State." I have thus far spent a half day in orientation, a half day getting my car towed home after some inattention on my part did minor damage in just the right spot and rendered my car unsafe to drive, and two days studying the process for assigning a wage level for companies that want to hire a noncitezen and need to give said person a wage that will not disrupt the U.S. labor market.
Federal regulations are as exciting as you might expect, but it is interesting enough in it's own way. This is just paperwork that needs to be processed, but surprisingly enough, there are other people that need these things processed. Real people, human people, with jobs and careers and lives of their own.
In the book Christ Plays in Ten Thousand Places, the author laments the depersonalization of people in today's world, even in the church. People are resources, consumers, producers, and in other way reduced psychologically to data, to tools, to things that we need - not individuals. To lose sight of this, on the job, as you walk through your neighborhood, or as you go to church is to disregard that divine image placed in them by the Creator of us both. Perhaps one may say it is blasphemous - it takes the image, even the name of God - a sacred image and a soul valued by God beyond all the treasures of the world. Beyond the treasures of heaven.
Not resources.
Not consumers.
Not producers.
Not applicants.
Not "The Youth Group."
Not "Singles."
People.
Priceless.
Formed in the womb by God Himself.
Worth the cross.
Worth God's life.
Worth yours.
Worth mine.
2 comments:
when did you become so poetic?
What can I say? I'll make my answer multiple choice:
A) My roommate does read things like Gawain and the Green Knight and loves it. If I don't perform, I feel weak.
B) I know a whole lot of creative people, and once in a while I can't help but stumble out something that feels right sometimes.
C) I've always been a wonderful poet. No. Really. Come on now, you're not supposed to laugh *that* hard.
D) With my natural tendency to cloister myself showing it's face after an unusual decade of sociability and a 40-60 minute one-way commute to work now, I have loads of quiet time to let thoughts stew around. Although... the best things still come off-the-cuff anyway.
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