When Tom and I got married he was a draftsman for the power and light company. He wore polos or sport shirts and slacks. My dad was a facility administrator in civil service. Dress shirts and ties were his norm.
Then I heard someone say that Tom's dad was a blue collar worker. But whenever I saw Dad in his "work clothes" it was pocket tees and jeans. (No blue collar in sight, but secretly I thought a pair of angel wings were tucked inside his pocket tees.) All I knew was Dad was an excellent carpenter, making things right with his hands.
Then I heard someone say that Tom's dad was a blue collar worker. But whenever I saw Dad in his "work clothes" it was pocket tees and jeans. (No blue collar in sight, but secretly I thought a pair of angel wings were tucked inside his pocket tees.) All I knew was Dad was an excellent carpenter, making things right with his hands.
I didn't think too much about it until a few years later when the economy took a dive and we were thankful for Tom finding a job at a nearby feed mill.
The night I went into labor with our first child, Tom came rushing into the labor room excited and of all things, proud to show off his new blue collar uniform with his name on it.
Tom, his dad, and Daddy taught me a very important lesson about collars: the color doesn't matter. It's the person doing the work and the heart they bring to it that makes the difference.
I don't think the Lord cares about the color of your collar, your level of education, or your bank account. He's on the lookout for those who willingly, joyfully choose to serve Him.
The night I went into labor with our first child, Tom came rushing into the labor room excited and of all things, proud to show off his new blue collar uniform with his name on it.
Tom, his dad, and Daddy taught me a very important lesson about collars: the color doesn't matter. It's the person doing the work and the heart they bring to it that makes the difference.
I don't think the Lord cares about the color of your collar, your level of education, or your bank account. He's on the lookout for those who willingly, joyfully choose to serve Him.
Don’t be selfish; don’t live to make a good impression on others. Be humble, thinking of others as better than yourself.
Phillipians 2:3 TLB
Can you imagine the job application for the disciples? Take James and John, fishermen by trade. They'd probably learned the business end of fishing from their dad or by trial and error, not at community college.
And what about Paul? He seems to have been an educated man, but when he was schlepping around the Mediterranean, in between church plants and writing letters, he was making tents.
Where would the gospel be if not for the blue collar workers Jesus chose to follow Him?
Dear Reader, our world is vast and the need immeasurable. I guess that's good news and bad news. The good is that the Lord has a job for everyone willing to make an impact. The bad is there's more than enough work to go around.
And what about Paul? He seems to have been an educated man, but when he was schlepping around the Mediterranean, in between church plants and writing letters, he was making tents.
Where would the gospel be if not for the blue collar workers Jesus chose to follow Him?
Dear Reader, our world is vast and the need immeasurable. I guess that's good news and bad news. The good is that the Lord has a job for everyone willing to make an impact. The bad is there's more than enough work to go around.
Now, in Christ, it doesn’t matter if you are a Jew or a Greek, a slave or free, male or female. You are all the same in Christ Jesus.
Galatians 3:28 ERV
At the urging of a dear friend, Tom and I watched Same Kind of Different as Me on Netflix recently. What a powerful true story about the diversity of workers the Lord needs in order to accomplish His good and perfect will for each of us.
Can we imagine, Dear Reader, what would happen if we became more concerned about loving on each other than labeling one another? And guess what? If we can imagine it, we can do it!
Can we imagine, Dear Reader, what would happen if we became more concerned about loving on each other than labeling one another? And guess what? If we can imagine it, we can do it!
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