The title has come to have a few different meanings to me. I think of the fact that I have a paying job as a blessing. I'm reminded of my grandfather who moved half a country away from his family to find a job in 1932 when I look at 3 of my children looking for jobs. Fortunately they each have some work, but the hope of a better job carries them onward. I have a job. I can help them just as others helped me.
Work is also a blessing when it can carry you way from difficulties. The job I have is different than many. We are judged by a score on a test. The job has a cycle in that each year we have a beginning, with some hope of a "better" year, and an end with the release from failures. In time these seasons can look similar to the previous years. Except to some the beginning is another chance to try something new. The blessing is the ability to close the door, and go to work with young people. The work helps us forget about the new program with its attendant business.
Work also can take us away from the dissonant chatter of the world. We inhabit a world that is fighting against itself in so many ways, that the rubbing is wearing through the good. Work lets me move to another place for a while.
Work is a place I go to each day and afterwards I go to a place of greater blessing. Home to my family.
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