We who preach and write, do so in a manner different from which the Scriptures have been written. We write while we make progress. We learn something new every day. We speak as we still knock for understanding...If anyone criticizes me when I have said what is right, he does me an injustice. But I would be more angry with the one who praises me and takes what I have written for Gospel truth than I would be with the one who criticizes me unfairly. -Augustine

Tunnel Vision, Part 1

As I reflect back on my childhood, there is one thing I remember vividly–WORK! My mother had me vacuuming floors as early as I can remember and doing those dreaded socks was cruel and unusual punishment. As I grew older, my father always had something planned for the weekend . . . landscaping, mixing concrete, digging holes for new trees, or loading rocks for the drainage ditch.

There was something else that I remembered growing up and that is that I hated to WORK! Can one really grow to love work? Isn’t work part of the curse? Absolutely not! Work is not only for enjoyment but is a gift of God according to the Preacher in Ecclesiastes. (2:24-26; 5:19) If this is true, then why do so many see work as a curse, just waiting for Friday to come?

I can still remember the day when work turned from drudgery to joy. I was twelve years old, and we needed a new sewer line for our house. Rather than digging up our newly paved driveway, my father decided that a tunnel could be dug under our thirty-foot-long concrete patio, thus redirecting the sewer line.

My dad was an iron worker, and since this was his busiest time of year, he asked me to dig the tunnel before he came home the following week. With a smile, he assured me that it could be done, “one shovelful at a time.” Immediately I began to plan how this could best be accomplished, or rather, how I could do the job with the least amount of work. I remember thinking that there must be a machine that could burrow under this patio, and with the press of a button–presto–it would be done.

After digging into solid clay, I realized immediately that this was an impossible task. Once dad saw the clay he would surely come to his senses. Well, dad came home that Friday and what happened next would change my work ethic and life until this very day . . . find out what happened in our next Daily Moment!

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