I’ve read a lot of books that say the same thing in a lot of different ways.
It is the idea or concept that somewhere out there is a perfect job for all of us. It is usually defined by the following characteristics:
You’ll love waking up every day, and you won’t ever have another Monday that you dread.
Since I’m in the midst of a transition, I’ve been reflecting on this idea a lot lately, and I don’t really know what to make of it.
As you probably know, I’m a missionary.
There are certain parts of being a missionary that I find very difficult.
In December, I did two funerals for mothers who lost babies younger than 3 months old.
How do I say that I love waking up to that responsibility? How would anyone be passionate about watching a mother literally crawl over to the soil covered grave and start using her fingers to dig out the grave? How could anyone enjoy watching her relatives carry her away from the gravesite kicking and screaming?
A man and his wife have been members of the church here for 10 years. A month ago, he found out she was having an affair and is expecting another man’s baby.
How can I say I’m passionate about talking with that man? Who wants to put themselves in the middle of that situation?
There are elements of ministry that I enjoy. For example, I love to teach the Bible. I love to preach. I love seeing people transform their lives as they are touched by the Word of God.
So, is the ideal job a myth or a reality?
I wonder if our young people might not be the most discontented generation. They might search for that perfect job. A job without elements of stress or burdens. That job that only refills them.
But, will they find it, or will they find that work always seems greener in another field?
I want your feedback:
- Is the perfect job a myth or a reality?
- What’s worse: stopping short of finding the perfect job for you, or spending your life searching for something that doesn’t exist?
- How much work discomfort is enough to say ,“I’m in the wrong job”, and how much is natural?