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in which my son wears the mask of God in his work

February 11, 2013 By Sandra Heska King

faith and work

What else is all our work to God–whether in the fields, in the garden, in the city, in the house, in war, or in government–but just such a . . . [way] by which He wants to give His gifts in the fields, at home, and everywhere else? These are the masks of God, behind which He wants to remain concealed and do all things. ~Martin Luther as quoted on p. 70 of Every Good Endeavor

My son helps to educate children. He helps heal the sick. He helps run major companies. He helps ease transitions and changes.

Yet he’s not a teacher, a doctor, a CEO, or a counselor.

He’s a mover and a driver for a local moving company. He calls in every night for his schedule, shows up early every day, and often works overtime.

He helps schools and doctor’s offices and businesses relocate. He works with families in the midst of stress and anxiety from unrooting an elderly parent to divorce, to job changes.

He works compassionately, competently, and creatively to protect a family’s history in the way he wraps and stacks and shoulders large objects around tight corners and navigates steep stairs.

He works efficiently to save his clients time and money–and yes, sometimes he even runs.

He wears down his body and risks injury while he builds up community and rearranges resources.

And he follows the company’s core values, which include The Grandma Rule®: to treat everyone the way you would want your grandma to be treated.

Even his OCD tendencies, as frustrating as they can be for him sometimes, uniquely gift him for excellence in his day-to-day work as he chooses and directs his team, works side by side with them.

My son wears the mask of God in his work.

How he does his work in serving others is one way he helps cultivate God’s creation and a way he helps shape culture. It’s a way to love his neighbor “through the ministry of competence.” And it’s a way through which God cares for the rest of us, how He unmasks Himself.

Not only are the most modest jobs–like plowing a field or digging a ditch–the “masks” through which God cares for us, but so are the most basic social roles and tasks, such as voting, participating in public institutions, and being a father or mother. These are all God’s callings, all ways of doing God’s work in the world, all ways through which God distributes his gifts to us. Even the humblest farm girl is fulfilling God’s calling. As Luther preached, “God milks the cows through the vocation of the milk maids” ~p 71

Through our work we bring order out of chaos, create new entities, exploit the patterns of creation, and interweave the human community. So whether splicing a gene or doing brain surgery or collecting the rubbish or painting a picture, our work further develops, maintains, or repairs the fabric of the world. In this way, we connect our work to God’s work. ~p. 61

Note: There’s a lot of chaos in the moving process. My son helps bring order out of that.

And so it is, my son’s work is just as important as the teacher’s, the doctor’s, the CEO’s, or the counselor’s.

This week The High Calling book club is discussing Part One (“God’s Plan for Work”) of Every Good Endeavor: Connecting Your Work to God’s Work by Timothy Keller with Katherine Leary Alsdorf. Chapters 1-4 address the design of work, the dignity of work, work as cultivation, and work as service. Glynn Young is leading today’s discussion here.

Still,

Sandy

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  1. Nancy Franson says

    February 12, 2013 at 10:36 am

    Sandra, this is great. Not only have you honored your son and fleshed out the importance of the work he does (love the Grandma rule, by the way!) but you’ve illustrated how each of us can get to the core of how our work serves others. Great job!

    • Sandra says

      February 12, 2013 at 9:16 pm

      Nancy, the company he works for is also very community minded. The first year, the owner made only $1000. She gave $100 donations to 10 different charities–that’s the whole profit. Ten cents of every move goes to the American Cancer Society. One of the things they do is collect donations every spring for moms in women’s shelters. I’m glad my son has found his way to this place.

  2. Barbara says

    February 12, 2013 at 12:10 pm

    This is so good, Sandra! One of my favorite things is to see God, really see God in the ordinary of life; and you do. So beautifully. Thank yoU!

    • Sandra says

      February 12, 2013 at 9:17 pm

      We we so need to slow down to see, Barbara. I’m still learning. Thank you so much.

  3. Megan Willome says

    February 12, 2013 at 4:26 pm

    Movers are divine, no doubt about it!

    On our last move, we couldn’t afford them, so we hired some guys who needed the money. They weren’t as good as your son, but they got the job done. In addition to cash, we paid in pizza and soda.

    • Sandra says

      February 12, 2013 at 9:20 pm

      Oh yeah. We’ve moved several times with major companies. Doughnuts go a long way, too. There was one tim, though, when we had what my husband called the “wrecking crew”…

  4. Martha Orlando says

    February 12, 2013 at 4:45 pm

    Your son sounds like a very gifted, caring young man who allows the love of God shine through to all around him. May we all have that same attitude of service to others through whatever work we do.
    Blessings to you, Sandy, and to your son!

    • Sandra says

      February 12, 2013 at 9:23 pm

      One of the interesting things Tim talks about in this book, Martha, is how God can even reveal Himself through the work of nonbelievers… And how He designed for us to work even before the fall.

      We’re really proud of our son. He started as a mover, moved quickly to driver, and then team leader. He was mover of the month last month. 🙂

  5. Jason Stasyszen says

    February 15, 2013 at 12:20 am

    As many times as I hear these things expressed, I have to say “amen” every single time. I so want everyone to understand the incredible value that we and our work has in God’s eyes and others’ eyes. Thanks for making it even more personal, Sandra. Great post.

    • Sandra says

      February 15, 2013 at 9:21 am

      Thanks so much for coming by, Jason. Confession: On occasion I’ve thought about getting an outside job–like maybe a cashier at the local Walmart or Meijer. And then I think–but I’m trained as a nurse. Then I think–I don’t know that I could even operate one of those cash registers. And they have to deal with sometimes snippy customers all day (and night) who might be physically healthy but carrying all kinds of emotional baggage.

      Then I remember–not one of us is more valuable than another.

  6. Sandra says

    February 15, 2013 at 9:20 am

    Thanks so much for coming by, Jason. Confession: On occasion I’ve thought about getting an outside job–like maybe a cashier at the local Walmart or Meijer. And then I think–but I’m trained as a nurse. Then I think–I don’t know that I could even operate one of those cash registers. And they have to deal with sometimes snippy customers all day (and night) who might be physically healthy but carrying all kinds of emotional baggage.

    Then I remember–not one of us is more valuable than another.

  7. floyd says

    February 15, 2013 at 1:42 pm

    You’ve done well teaching your son the actions of honor. To see people work diligently for God is inspiring and life changing. Refreshing for the younger generation.

    Great post and point. Thanks to Jason for linking it up!

    • Sandra says

      February 15, 2013 at 2:16 pm

      Thanks so much for coming by, Floyd. He’s never been a procrastinator and has always been a hard worker. So’s his dad. I’m sure he suffered living with me and my more “creative” tendencies. 😉

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