A funny thing happened to me on the way to work. Not this morning. As a matter of fact, it was quite some time ago, but I like sharing this story because it illustrates how God uses humor in my life to get His point across.
I love my job. Don't get me wrong.
There are times, however, when I get bored. About three years ago, I was finding myself in a career lull. I had been editing the faith section of the newspaper and doing entertainment stories for quite some time. I had the opportunity to interview some pretty big names in show biz: "Weird" Al, Larry the Cable Guy, Ron White, Dierks Bentley, Third Day, MercyMe, Susan Tedeschi, Cheap Trick. I had written some awesome faith-based stories about the end-times and faith healing.
What left was there to do?
I found myself wondering whether I had done all of the writing God wanted me to do. I was writing all of these stories about people who had given up everything in their lives to do mission work and, after reading and praying over the New Testament, I wondered if I deserved the blessings I was receiving.
Then I interviewed Todd Agnew.
Todd, for those of you who don't know, is a Christian musician. (Actually, I believe when Jesus sings, it sounds like Todd Agnew.) He's awesome.
His publicist sent me a copy of his new CD "Reflection of Something." (This was a couple years ago.) I found myself mesmerized by the music. Every morning I listened to Track 5 on the way to work. Listening to the intricate way the guitar worked with his voice kept me focused on the beautiful creation around me instead of the lack of joy I was finding in my work. Every morning -- for weeks -- I listened to this song. I never even knew what the name of it was. I could sing it though: "I saw the Lord, seated on a throne, high and exalted and the train of his robe filled the temple. Above him were angels with six mighty wings . . .and they sang holy holy holy is the Lord Almighty...."
Well, one day I decided to clean out the horrid mess that had somehow accumulated in my vehicle. In the process of cleaning, the CD jacket fell out and I saw the name of the song was Isaiah 6.
"Awesome," I thought to myself. "Later on, I'll have to go look this passage up and see what it's all about."
Later on that evening, as I climbed into bed and waited for my husband to finish taking the shower, I was mulling over my thoughts for the day. My husband's Bible fell off the headboard of the bed and literally conked me on the head. I suddenly remember I was going to look up that passage.
Imagine my surprise when I read the very next line of the passage -- the song stops just short of using this line -- and discovered that God was asking "Whom shall I send to be my messenger?"
Uh? Perhaps the editor of a faith section in a newspaper? Perhaps a writer who often questions why she has been blessed with passion and love of bringing His word to people?
OK, God. I get the picture. I'm supposed to be doing this job.
I recently had another opportunity to interview Todd Agnew again. I found it amusing when he talked about why he couldn't understand how God used someone as simple, someone without a formal education in Biblical teaching as himself to spread His word.
Well, Todd, I wonder the same thing about myself.