{"id":42,"date":"2005-08-18T18:56:00","date_gmt":"2005-08-18T18:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brianmashburn.net\/?p=42"},"modified":"2005-08-18T18:56:00","modified_gmt":"2005-08-18T18:56:00","slug":"the-not-often-thought-of-need-for-work","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.brianmashburn.net\/?p=42","title":{"rendered":"The Not-Often-Thought-Of Need for Work"},"content":{"rendered":"<div><font face=Arial><span class=937165003-18082005>&#8220;I need rest.&#8221; &#8211;&nbsp;The  usually silent, but&nbsp;screaming, unspoken words of&nbsp;most people I  know<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial><span class=937165003-18082005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial><span class=937165003-18082005>&#8220;I need&nbsp;work.&#8221; &#8211; The  usually spoken, excited, motivated words of deeply rested  people<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=937165003-18082005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=937165003-18082005>The deeply rested  people that I know are not the people who have just returned from a vacation.  The deeply rested people that I know are the ones that live life constantly  &#8220;rising up above themselves&#8221; and escape the trappings of their own making. It is  these people that seem to love work in a way that I desire to love  work.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=937165003-18082005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=937165003-18082005>Oh, tons of people I  know love work. Just not the way I want to love work.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=937165003-18082005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=937165003-18082005>The ones&nbsp;that  love work because they find their identity in it&#8230;have an identity that is too  small.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=937165003-18082005>The ones that love  work because they have a&nbsp;&#8220;spot&#8221; on the planet that they can&nbsp;feel some  sense of control&#8230;have an illusion that bears no lasting  satisfaction.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=937165003-18082005>The ones that love  work because it is their hiding place from family relationships, Godly  relationships, or just relationships&#8230;have a lonely  existence.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=937165003-18082005>The ones that love  work because&nbsp;it&#8217;s giving them money to do something they want to do that is  other than their work&#8230;are wasting time doing something other than what they  want to do, thinking it&#8217;s the only way to do it.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=937165003-18082005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=937165003-18082005>While&nbsp;I have a  little bit in common with all of the above people in regards to my &#8220;work&#8221;, I  would not put any of those reasons on my list of &#8220;why I love  work.&#8221;<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=937165003-18082005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=937165003-18082005>I love work because  I need it. I was made for it. Created for it. Incomplete without it. Lost  without it. <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=937165003-18082005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=937165003-18082005>The work I speak of  does not stop when your &#8220;regular duties&#8221; are altered for a time due to a  Sabbatical, a vacation, a resignation, a firing, or a job  change.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=937165003-18082005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=937165003-18082005>Work, to me, is  synonymous with life.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=937165003-18082005>Work is synonymous  with love.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=937165003-18082005>Work is synonymous  with truth.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=937165003-18082005>It&#8217;s synonymous with  family.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=937165003-18082005>It&#8217;s synonymous with  relationships.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=937165003-18082005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=937165003-18082005>Work, for each of  us, is the only thing we are alive to do, when we understand what real work is.  Jesus said that &#8220;The work of God is this: to believe in the one he has  sent.&#8221;<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=937165003-18082005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=937165003-18082005>A loaded statement,  to say the least. And I don&#8217;t think being a&nbsp;preacher means that I&#8217;m just  one of the &#8220;lucky ones&#8221; who gets to be paid to do the work of God. This may  sound strange for many, but I don&#8217;t even think of myself as a &#8220;full-time  minister&#8221;&#8230;never have. Maybe I just like imagining this, but I&#8217;m just striving  to be a normal, God-directed, listening human being who believes that there is  always a call on my life to do something for a Caller out there, and in my  listening and responsiveness, it just happens to mean I&#8217;m in a pulpit right now,  preaching about Jesus to a group of people I love in Amarillo,  TX.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=937165003-18082005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=937165003-18082005>You were created for  the work of God. I don&#8217;t care who you are, I know that whatever your doing, your  full time work is to believe in Jesus. To believe what he said, and live your  life based on it. And, from personal experience I&#8217;ll tell you, when I&#8217;m doing  that work it changes my life daily.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=937165003-18082005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=937165003-18082005>And I need it to  feel alive.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<p><\/span><\/font> <\/p>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=937165003-18082005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=937165003-18082005>&nbsp;<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;I need rest.&#8221; &#8211;&nbsp;The usually silent, but&nbsp;screaming, unspoken words of&nbsp;most people I know &nbsp; &#8220;I need&nbsp;work.&#8221; &#8211; The usually spoken, excited, motivated words of deeply rested people &nbsp; The deeply rested people that I know are not the people who have just returned from a vacation. 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