2003-11-22 - 6:25 p.m.
Mirror, Mirror On The Wall
I have someone to talk to now. The experience has re-shown me my faults one by one. There has been little more harrowing than hearing myself and the things I say, and the gusto with which I speak. Why do I stop to consider these things that are as oily dust in my soul?
I want to immerse myself in my work with a renewed spirit. There I hope to lose sight of myself in serving others. As good as the place is, and as good as I might argue my motivations to be, in reality, is this what I am called to do? Lord, grant me the ears to hear You.
Adam came out of class the other night and laughed. He echoed my own response months ago that the principles we are taught to apply on the job are Christian. It is funny when you remember that principles were begun and advocated by a lapsed Jew and a mail-order Preacher who works with the Buddhist community.
I have not yet written at all about the ways I think my job perfectly prepares me for my future ministry through the business training I receive, that is remarkably Christian in its principles, and for my invaluable education in food. If my co-workers were Christian I would feel like I was back in Hillsdale.
