Bus Driver

I work 8:00-5:00 everyday now lifting heavy objects and hanging out in zero degree walk-in freezers. The work is hard, the pay is low, and I work w/ two other men, one who doesn't speak English very good (ha, irony). But I get two free meals a day, and my arms are getting sexier.
The other guy, the one who has inspired this blog post, has a wife, two kids, and he gets paid $9.40/hour. This is his job. This is his life.

It scares me to think how depressed I could be if this was my life everyday...doing a job that was nothing special. And how I wish I could be satisfied with whatever job I end up having. Then I thought about people who've lived over the past 1000 years. Husbands woke up, spent most of the day gathering food for their family via hunting and farming; then ate dinner, had sex with the wife while the kids were 10 feet away in the next room, went to sleep with no A/C, and did it all over again the next day. Life didn't seem too special for them, yet you don't hear about them being depressed.

Thinking about all this has given me a newfound appreciation for the song "Bus Driver" by Caedmon's Call. This song is about the fact that each person is an equally important part of the whole body. The song is written from the perspective of a bus driver, who feels that his role doesn't matter in the larger scheme. As the song progresses, we see the bus driver come to the realization that his part does matter, and if he "wasn't by today" it would affect many people around him.

"The shop, the barn, the scullery, and the smithy become temples when men and women do all to the glory of God! The "divine service" is not a thing of a few hours and a few places, but all life becomes holiness unto the Lord, and every place and thing, as consecrated as the tabernacle and it's golden candlestick. " - Charles Spurgeon

No clue what the golden candlestick is all about but I'm understanding more and more that my contentment with my work has less to do with my actual job than I thought.