I have worked all my adult life. Even during a few periods of redundancy I have worked to get back into work. I need to work. For my own peace of mind, to support our family, to stay sane.
I have moved companies and job quite a few times. That has moved our home and family a few times along the way. Have I given my life – our lives – to work?
“Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father in heaven. On that day many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and cast out demons in your name, and do many deeds of power in your name?’ Then I will declare to them, ‘I never knew you; go away from me, you evildoers.’ Everyone then who hears these words of mine and acts on them will be like a wise man who built his house on rock. The rain fell, the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on rock. And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not act on them will be like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell–and great was its fall!” Now when Jesus had finished saying these things, the crowds were astounded at his teaching, for he taught them as one having authority, and not as their scribes.” Matthew 7:21-29
When I moved jobs, was made redundant, and eventually retire (if that option still exists) – I will be replaced without a ripple. At best I may be a memory.
So what is doing the will of my Father? How much work is that?
“Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ Matthew 22:37
Have I given my life – our lives – to Love?
The answer is always Love, and the question might just be Love as well.
(my thanks to Susan Irene Fox for the second half of that)